You
September 21, 2009
She had another dream about you. It’s almost never the same dream, but always with the same tenor. You coming close, teetering along the borderline of her subconscious making her think you’re real this time, and drifting away, like an echo fading in the distance… always making her ache for more… time to dream, time with you.
You did it again. How do you manage to torment her after all this time, even in her sleep? Why do you get her hopes up like that, and let them deliberately falter to a thousand pieces?
She was stupid to think she didn’t want you. She always has. She knows she can’t have you now. But she’s always been stubborn, always wanting what she couldn’t have. And a part of her still believes, or hopes that, as the old cliché goes, it’s never too late.
But her pride won’t let her. Or rather, the instinct for self-preservation. She’s rejected many, and of karma she’s afraid… afraid to have the tables turned once again, once too many.
So what else is there left for her to do? Nothing. Nothing but wait… patiently, and pray for God’s best…
And hope that it’s you.
hahaha