I did something I didn't know was possible. I fell in love. With a man. Who stole my breath. Made me realize the moment was worth living for. Worth waiting for. Worth every dream I had ever had.
He kissed me gently and told me I was his everything next to God as a light breeze fluffed my hair and ruffled his. I told him his LSU Tigers were competing with my spot in his heart. (JOKING of course...but seriously...he does love them...or he did)
He looked at me with sparkling eyes, as if I was the only thing he could ever see. And I'm pretty sure in that moment, my life changed forever. My view shifted. My heart sighed (you know...that school-girl-movie-style sigh that means the girl is fixing to go gaga over the boy). My toes curled in my bronze glittery flats.
And then, I woke up.
Just a stupid, dumb, irrational, ridiculous, oh-NO-way-was-that-a-dream dream. It was so flawless. So perfect.
And I still think about the stupid, dumb, irrational, ridiuclous, kiss that happened in the oh-no-way-was-that-a-dream dream . Still. Weeks after. And my toes still curl.
And my view is still changed. I hadn't known before this dream if I'd ever find a boy that'd make me feel like that. Didn't know if he existed or not.
Apparently, he does-if only in my dreams. If you happen to meet him, please tell him he can visit my dreams anytime. And if he feels like making an appearance in real life, I'm here.
But it's so embarrassing to know that, after telling so many people it'd be years til I got married, my dreams have decided I need a man now. My head and my dreams have many conferences everyday. Neither agree on the topic.
I'm siding with my dreams for now ;-)
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