He touched her with tenderness yet with urgency. On that single bed in a small room, their bodies met each other with heightened excitement. In that darkness, they gave into blindness and placed their entire trust in their sense of touch. With one arm on the back of his head and the other arm guiding him, she was holding him like she didn’t want to let go. And he was lost in the moment, with urgency and excitement starting to spiral out of control.
As I awoke from the dream, I realized without any emotion that the girl in bed with my man wasn’t me.
2 days later
I was once told that distance isn’t about the location; it’s about the heart. For the past couple of days I felt like he’s been pulling away from me. He and I have been fighting for a couple of days now over small, annoying, insignificant things. “Maybe we should break-up”, I said. Without a second thought, he agreed.
5 days later
“I feel we should give it another shot” I said. Relationships do take time and effort after all.
“I’m sorry I can’t”, he replied. And here I thought he would jump at the second chance. What a stupid heart I have.
I asked him “Why?”
After some hesitation he said, “I’m with someone else now”.
“The girl from your dream.”
Originally written for a weekly writing challenge and published in the post titled 'Week 3 #52weekchallenge'.