This morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I had a dream about you. I had a dream about me. I had a dream about us. We did everything happy couples talk about. We kept house, we held hands, we dated….we made love. Read it again. WE MADE LOVE. We didn’t just have sex, we didn’t just f*ck, I didn’t just knock the dust off that thing. Everything that we did was slow and deliberate. Everything was purposeful. We held each other. We talked. We laughed. We ate breakfast with the kids. All was how it’s supposed to be when the cameras are on Bill and Claire (Huxtable). That’s who we were. That moment belonged to just you and I. We were Martin and Gina, George and Weezy, Martin and Coretta. Only better.
Sadly, fairy tales don’t always come true © Guy. And dreams don’t last forever. I have never been so angered to be awaken.Never ,have I, been so upset that I couldn’t go back into the blissful deep slumber of moments before. *If I’m dreaming…then just let me sleep! Don’t wake me up until my dream is complete © Christopher Williams*
I sent you a text to tell you about the dream….and your response reminded me of exactly why we no longer interact with one another.
Take care fairweather friend.
~fin
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