08/14/19
Time check: 12:56 am
Yes, he dreamt of being us together until our hairs turn white, until we die with succeeded heart that we come to the last chapter of our lives.
He dreamt with kids, twins to be exact, a boy and girl. Kids that can turn into a basketball team. Uniformed jerseys. Sweaty game. A perfect family.
He dreamt that us being successful, him being in the air and I being an artist of my own hands and mind.
Moone, was the name of our child. A child with gleaming hazelnut eyes and perfect lashes, a smile that cost millions and laugh that stays unforgotten. Cherished all by my heart. Wishing that it will lay on my arms with the father who now is also just an illusion...
It's all an illusion.
Left unreal.
We walked down the dusty road, sharing moments that no one can explain that all I have in mind was him. All him.
But then, everything fell apart. Hearts turn cold, talks turn silent and eyes started to rain.
I cannot give what he deserves, time I can't give. Presence? None.
It breaks one's heart, seeing the love of your life having someone into his arms. That is not you.
Broken dreams? Yes. Lost of self? Maybe?
