the dream that talks
hey, how are you?
I'm fine. I miss you.
You do? Why?
well ... I just felt lost. I'm so used to having you so near. I'm so used to telling you everything. I'm so used to just feel your presence.
why do you love me that much?
I don't know. I never thought I would want to love you that much. I thought you'd be one of those people I wouldn't even consider to be friends with since we run in different societies, in different industries. the universe works in mysterious ways. One night the universe warned me about something, but I didn't know what it is. Now I realised, that I was warned about loving someone this much.
you didn't answer my question.
I know.
why?
then you'll feel oblige to love me as much if I tell you.
do you think I don't love you?
I don't know. I don't know whether you love me the way you used to love me. you don't hold me like you used to. you don't hug me like you used to. you don't kiss me like you used to.
hmmmmm.... don't love me that much. I'm not worth it.
its my responsibility if I were to love you that much. I can't expect you to do the same. it wouldn't be fair. love doesn't work that way. it flows. it doesn't go against the current. its a one way road. by the way, nobody's unworthy of love. everyone is worth the love the receive. love never scarce. and me, I never, will never regret loving people regardless it is reciprocated or not. you know that.
but I do care about you, you know.
I know.
a hand reached out to touch her hand.
she woke up. it was a dream. she can still feel the fingers nearing her palm.
she forgot to asked whether she had been loved or am still loved. she cried. taking the pillow on top of her head, she cried even more.
that morning, she woke up on a dampened pillow, and swelling eyes. she took her bath. she wore her working attire. took her jacket, grabbed her keys and off to work.
its a new day. its a new morning. the sun greeted her with it's ray.
she know she can't keep on clinging to the dream.
at least tonight, she'll have laughs with her girlfriends.
at least tonight, she won't scroll down the old messages.
well ... at least not until she has another dream.
.
I'm fine. I miss you.
You do? Why?
well ... I just felt lost. I'm so used to having you so near. I'm so used to telling you everything. I'm so used to just feel your presence.
why do you love me that much?
I don't know. I never thought I would want to love you that much. I thought you'd be one of those people I wouldn't even consider to be friends with since we run in different societies, in different industries. the universe works in mysterious ways. One night the universe warned me about something, but I didn't know what it is. Now I realised, that I was warned about loving someone this much.
you didn't answer my question.
I know.
why?
then you'll feel oblige to love me as much if I tell you.
do you think I don't love you?
I don't know. I don't know whether you love me the way you used to love me. you don't hold me like you used to. you don't hug me like you used to. you don't kiss me like you used to.
hmmmmm.... don't love me that much. I'm not worth it.
its my responsibility if I were to love you that much. I can't expect you to do the same. it wouldn't be fair. love doesn't work that way. it flows. it doesn't go against the current. its a one way road. by the way, nobody's unworthy of love. everyone is worth the love the receive. love never scarce. and me, I never, will never regret loving people regardless it is reciprocated or not. you know that.
but I do care about you, you know.
I know.
a hand reached out to touch her hand.
she woke up. it was a dream. she can still feel the fingers nearing her palm.
she forgot to asked whether she had been loved or am still loved. she cried. taking the pillow on top of her head, she cried even more.
that morning, she woke up on a dampened pillow, and swelling eyes. she took her bath. she wore her working attire. took her jacket, grabbed her keys and off to work.
its a new day. its a new morning. the sun greeted her with it's ray.
she know she can't keep on clinging to the dream.
at least tonight, she'll have laughs with her girlfriends.
at least tonight, she won't scroll down the old messages.
well ... at least not until she has another dream.
.
posted by *cosmic freak* @ 11:55 AM
3 Comments:
At 10:23 PM, January 12, 2007 ,
rubyahmad said...
HI Abby,
Oh so sad! I don't wish to do a double standards here and ask you to be strong. Cry if you need to, till you feel better. That's what I'll do and that's what I can tell you. There's a time for grieving and there's a time for joy. For now you need to cry, so cry.
At 2:47 AM, January 14, 2007 ,
yasmin said...
let us take our time kak abby... it is okay to grieve... there has never been a time limit of when we should move on... it is a different experience for everybody..
At 7:45 AM, January 15, 2007 ,
*cosmic freak* said...
thanks kak ruby and adik yasmin! heh.
I cry. but this sadness only allow me to cry in my heart, not in tears. so, its heavier, to be crying inside.
but I'm okay. its monday and I'm always pumped up on mondays! heh.
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