I dreamt of you again last night. I am starting to believe that you are a prisoner of my subconscious mind. You will remain trapped there till I am old and senile. Too crazed from old age to gaurd that gate, and you may finally slip free. But untill then, my dreams will be a gift to myself. A gift I will cherish and hold so dear to me. These dreams seem so real and unescapable when I am there. We walk, we talk, we kiss, and we laugh as if nothing has changed and all is real. Even when the circumstances begin to change and places and faces get strange, the reality of the situation does not rear its ugly head. We remain happy and I remain a fool with a veil pulled down upon his sheepish eyes.
I wouldn't change any of this.
I consider you a plague, not the black plague, but a Golden Plague. A plague in my brain and I love it that way. If I can't change how we are in the real world, I will keep you here with me in my dreams. I sometimes wonder if dreams are simply a reality within another dimension. That would, at least, help to explain why I can feel your warmth at night when my eyes are shut. That would explain why each kiss begins to feel more real than the last. And why your beauty never falters (this is true for both dreams and reality).
"I can't remember to forget you."
I think that was in Memento. The fact of the matter is that I don't want to forget you and I believe that I never will. They say that you never forget your first love, but you must get over that person. How can you say that you will never forget her but you must get over her? Seems a tad ridiculous. I don't think you should have to get over them. Live with them in your heart. She has helped to shape the person I am today. She will continue to shape who I am through my dreams.
I have dreamt of her saving me from a burning farm house. Is that to say that our dream together, of living off the country in a farmhouse, was put at risk of being lost forever but she saved me from the disaster moments before it crumbled around me? She appeared and everything was fine. Everything was perfect in that moment. We took each other in warm embrace and smothered one another in our love while everything we once dreamt of burnt to the ground it was raised from.
I have dreamt of her spending a "plain" day with me--as plain as a day can be within dream. Nothing could hurt more when you awake to an empty bed. I succumb to the pleasure each time, as if this is new to me and she may never return. Except when I wake, I know she will return to my dreams...when I least expect her.
I have dreamt of her many a times and I will continue to dream of her smile.
But, she will never return to me.
She belongs to him now.
But the memory of her will forever remain with me...in my dreams.
Only in my dreams.
Always & Forever
Never better.
I wouldn't change any of this.
I consider you a plague, not the black plague, but a Golden Plague. A plague in my brain and I love it that way. If I can't change how we are in the real world, I will keep you here with me in my dreams. I sometimes wonder if dreams are simply a reality within another dimension. That would, at least, help to explain why I can feel your warmth at night when my eyes are shut. That would explain why each kiss begins to feel more real than the last. And why your beauty never falters (this is true for both dreams and reality).
"I can't remember to forget you."
I think that was in Memento. The fact of the matter is that I don't want to forget you and I believe that I never will. They say that you never forget your first love, but you must get over that person. How can you say that you will never forget her but you must get over her? Seems a tad ridiculous. I don't think you should have to get over them. Live with them in your heart. She has helped to shape the person I am today. She will continue to shape who I am through my dreams.
I have dreamt of her saving me from a burning farm house. Is that to say that our dream together, of living off the country in a farmhouse, was put at risk of being lost forever but she saved me from the disaster moments before it crumbled around me? She appeared and everything was fine. Everything was perfect in that moment. We took each other in warm embrace and smothered one another in our love while everything we once dreamt of burnt to the ground it was raised from.
I have dreamt of her spending a "plain" day with me--as plain as a day can be within dream. Nothing could hurt more when you awake to an empty bed. I succumb to the pleasure each time, as if this is new to me and she may never return. Except when I wake, I know she will return to my dreams...when I least expect her.
I have dreamt of her many a times and I will continue to dream of her smile.
But, she will never return to me.
She belongs to him now.
But the memory of her will forever remain with me...in my dreams.
Only in my dreams.
Always & Forever
Never better.
