It was an unending battle that I replayed over and over in my head every single day.
Last night it had finally come to a head in my dreams.
I’d wished for it to happen more than once and then I’d stopped thinking about it.
And that’s why I saw him.
We stared at each other through the hordes of rushing people and it was like everything else ceased to exist. I thought he would ignore me, but instead, he held up a hand to tell me to wait and he ran over.
He handed me a small, pink face washer I’d left at his place what seemed like eons ago.
We suddenly didn’t know what to say to each other.
I broke the silence first as he stepped away.
He grabbed my hand and kissed me so fast I didn’t know what hit me. I found myself kissing him back and I knew we were standing in public and yet I didn’t seem to care.
Then my brain clicked into gear.
“I don’t want to do this here,” I said.
After all this time and all the things we’d both said, nothing seemed to matter right now.
I think we’d both realised that we couldn’t go back to the past; we just needed to learn from it.
When I woke up though, I had to wonder: what WAS the truth in all of that? Why was I dreaming of him? And was I still haunting his dreams?
I wondered if it was a sign of future happenings.