One Shot Story

Thought you were real

I was too busy lamenting at the dark corner of my room. I can see how perturbed you are to console me though you don’t have any idea how to approach me. But I was captivated by your twinkling eyes as it met mine. It’s kinda bit soothing, fascinating and somehow it unbound me from the enormous tangled
pessimistic thoughts of past. You offer a shoulder to cry on and your perceptive ears to listen to my rants. The more you stroke every strand of my hair and pat my back, the more unstoppable tears fall.

You were my only friend who stick with me through bliss and misery, through emptiness and meaningfulness and through good days and bad days. I wouldn’t ask for more blessings, just you alone are enough for me. As I get tired crying, you encircle your warm arms to simply hug me tight. It felt like
I’m in a deep part of the ocean and you were the water that surrounds me. More like I’m in the middle of a battle and you served like a shield.

A sacrificial intimacy ‘twas always your significant move. The way your hands gently touch mine, the way your lips rested on my lips, it gives a confusing sensation.
Butterflies starts to dance gracefully inside my stomach, there is a fire within your bones, like every broken part of you starts to become whole again and every scar starts to heal. You told me I should sleep so that I can rest from a long tiring day, but I oppose your suggestion. How can I let my eyes close when I know once I open it you will not be here again? You will never be here anymore? Cause you were
just a product of my weird imagination. A resemble of someone I dream that will love me unconditionally, won’t ever leave me not like the way people do in reality. If you are just a dream then I am willing to die dreaming of you to become real.