I got lost in a dream.
It was the best dream ever. Love, romance, adventure, laughter, tears… I couldn’t have imagined anything better. I built my life around this dream and was lost in it. I started waking up one day and realized that all dreams end. I worked hard to keep the dream alive… I shut my eyes a little tighter and I pretended like I wasn’t waking up. I snuggled a little harder and deeper, but the dream ended.
Reality set in.
No matter how beautiful the dream was… I couldn’t help but wake up. Dealing with reality is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. Rain clouds replaced the gentle billowy clouds. Lighting and thunder threatened my sense of safety. Life was not as it seemed and all sense of security was lost.
He told me several times that he would die for me. I believed him… until the day the dream ended. I didn’t physically ask him to die for me… I asked him to let a selfish part of himself die so that we could live a healthy life together. He couldn’t and we are no longer.
I dove into the salty sea of uncertainty and have the task of figuring out what my life looks like next. The dream is gone… and I’m figuring out how to build a new life on top of stones of reality.
I miss the dream… but I think I realize now… I miss the awake and live me more.
Take care, friends.