Random Imagines

Hello Again

"Sorry!"

"For what? I'm being a little insensitive, sorry. It must have been hard for you too, we both made the decision just when we were starting something. I mean, I guess..." he shrugged.

"It was. I do feel it was harder for you, though. I thought of it with every bit of gossip and article about my life out there. You're not quite the social media kind of person, but some things were hard to ignore even when I'm not really a super celebrity. I'm aware that—"

"Well, I'm not gonna lie... Sure it was hard, but I know it was bound to happen. We both decided to never look back, to leave it as it was, to move on. I did too, eventually. Actually—" he got interrupted by a phone call. He just looked at it and scrunched his nose a little.

"Everything okay?" I asked since this time he looked different.

"Sorry! Yeah, yeah it is," he said and looked back at me, "you ain't buying it, right?" He asked when he caught my gaze, "how can you still know when I'm lying?"

"We might have dated for a short time, but I knew you for longer than that. You're easy to read."

"Well—"

"You-you don't need to tell me."

"No, but I have to... About two weeks ago, I ended a very toxic relationship, and she's still texting and calling me even when I simply erased her from my life. All that is still haunting me today, I don't want to go back. It's affecting my life right now... I met her while I was studying in Italy, we had something going on, but nothing serious at all. When I came back, I met her again. Apparently, she was extending her studies back home in Florida... That's when it became serious. She is too possessive and codependent, and I was getting suffocated with her controlling every aspect of my life. She also hated my friends, I almost lost them."

I grabbed his hand and stayed silent for a bit, just thinking of what ifs. I had my share of toxic relationships too. I got him.

"You know, when I saw you at the cafeteria, I thought I was dreaming 'cause I actually dreamed about you not so long ago. In my dream, I was on a date with a girl whose face I couldn't quite see 'cause of the light of the sun and when I went in for a kiss, I saw your eyes looking back into mine. Then you left the table we were sitting at and came back with a different look. You entered in as if you hadn't been there before, as if the dream had reset itself and it all started fresh. Like if it were our first date ever."

"You went in for a kiss?" I asked, trying to mess up with him a little.

"That's what you got from all I said?" He was about to laugh, "I would've done the same, to be honest. But don't judge my dream, that's what it was," he said and shrugged.

"I like your dream," I said and bit my lip, as if I could swallow my words and forget I ever spoke them out.

"I kind of don't know what to think of all this, you know."

"I feel the same, it's like we were in a dream or something."

"Yeah!" He exclaimed and looked back at the water under the bridge, "sometimes I feel like we were a book we started reading; it was good, we wanted to read it all, but then we put a bookmark in the middle and it was stolen the next day. I know we just met again, but I can't shake this feeling. It might feel like we're in a dream, but it's a dream I don't want to end," he looked back at me, "I'm sorry, this is crazy. I don't even know how you feel about—"