Have you ever had a dream that you knew could never be? The kind where the "present" and the "future" worked great, but the reality of the fact that there was never a "beginning" lingered? And even when you've dreamed and dreamed to come up with ways to make it start, you realize that there's no logical way it could. Nothing but a silly dream. Worthless. Worthless thinking. Worthless dreaming. Wasteful, wasteful thinking.
I used to do that all the time.
I used to dream of you often. It was comfortable and pleasant. In my dreams I was your lady, your lover, your friend. I knew it could never be. Unrealistic in reality. Just dreaming, but it helped to have a dream. Silly me.
Sometimes I miss that place when you were always there. A kind word. A listening ear. The quiet moments we used to share. Sometimes I miss your unreachable warmth, and your sweet, unsmellable smell. Then I remind myself not to be foolish. Don't get caught in that spell. Silly me.
