Not again

A short glimpse at a re-occuring nightmare.

   Why should I feel like this? He makes me fall for him but I shouldn’t, I couldn’t, but I do. He leans in close to me and whispers in my ear, “Did you know that I love you?” The words take my breath away and I’m unable to respond.

   His warm lips press close to my ear and make their way down my jaw line and I turn my head until my own lips find his. The cool air of the late night played its way through my hair and lifted it off my shoulders as my arms wrapped around him. The grass in the field where we sat was cool against my hot skin. My heart pounding in my chest, my mind in a rush, my blood in a boil, all for him. Just the thought of him and I together at last was enough to send me reeling and begging for more.

   I wake up breathing hard and I feel the sting of sweat across my face. I sat up in bed and shamefully wiped the tear trails from my eyes. Nearly a month in a row that these dreams have come back to haunt me, to torture me and nearly every night I wake up the same. With tears coming down my cheeks and an empty hole where my heart was ripped out. It always seems to me that god wants to remind me that my love is gone. To continue torturing me with these dreams of him. And no matter how many times my love had said it, he does not love me back.

      ~Rae Stanton

 

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