she visits my dreams again and again… i feel i should be with her… yet time stands in our way… all the while she beckons forth… will we ever cross paths?…i feel like we must… we must…
Her beautiful face belongs to no one I have seen in life. A face familiar yet so foreign, a face more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
She smiles in the dream, filling my heart with a warmth and comfort that evades my waking life. Did I create her? Is she real like me? Does she worry? Does she dream? Is she just a beautiful figment and nothing more? She can’t be. She can’t.
I need to see her- a glimpse, a photograph, anything. Just once – I need to know she exists. She needs to exist.
How will I know when our lives cross? Will memories of dreams serve me at that most crucial time? Will I just know, just as countless lovers know when their affairs beckon them forth? Does she exist? I must find her, she must exist.
She must – my heart affirms it. She is out there somewhere, living, breathing, dreaming – my heart says she must be. She must. She must.