I heard his voice.
I couldn’t see where I was but I could hear him speaking to someone.
She sounded pretty.
I felt my heart pounding.
It felt like the air I was breathing was full of sadness because with every inhale I felt pain. It gathered in my lungs and fed my blood.
I could hear the sadness begin to whisper that will never be you.
The grief gathered inside eyes that still could not see. My tears dripped into a flood.
His voice became a song he sang to her.
I could sense the smile on her face. The warmth his voice must have caused. The joy his words must have given her. A song written and sung specifically for her.
The grief turned into sobs of despair. I felt hopeless, worthless, full of self-pity.
And then I heard the words he sang…
Words he used to sing to me.
And the sadness, the grief, the despair all fell silent.
I dared to open my eyes.
And it was me he was singing too.
*Thinking about this dream. I believe there is a part of me that I can’t convince deserves love. Love can be standing right in front of me and I am afraid I wouldn’t trust it. It will be a fight between my two selves to the death.
Do I deserve love?
Better yet… can I trust it??
*BASED ON A DREAM