You Must Be Dreaming

Let me tell you a quick story, a concept of romance and dreamscapes, a rhythmical yet most-likely sentimental thought that I’ve put into words. But let’s be honest, it’s really quirky and you might laugh but I wouldn't blame you. Read away.

I still think of her always. Ever since that one night, I haven’t blinked without the recollection taunting me. I walked away changed, but in a way that brightened everything. The lights were dim and the quixotic darkness aroused my sleepy butterflies, causing them to explode in my stomach and swarm into my heart. The pure sound of silence left a healthy ring in my ear. I wasn’t expecting company and neither was my heart, but that was what was so magical. A gentle knock hit the door twice, loud enough for me to hear it but quiet it enough so to not waken anyone. I approached the sound of the knock immediately, slowly opened the door, then beheld probably one of the most beautiful scenes I’d ever seen; she was an angel. I never slightly believed in “love at first sight” until that very moment. I couldn’t speak. But the strangest part about it was that I didn’t have to.

This innocent heavenly being advanced towards me, and as she did my hands turned numb — but I didn’t care. I didn’t even say a word. She grabbed my right hand and pulled me out the door. I followed quickly with absolutely no hesitation. Her hand was soft but her fingers gripped mine tightly. We ran through the streets and then she pulled me into some kind of a forest. We chased each other for hours and ended up in a meadow. We found ourselves with our hands gripped together laying back in the grass, gazing up that at the stars. The breeze sharply ran through the distance.

There were a million things to tell her, but I didn’t say a word.

I was not completely nervous. But you know me well enough: I still struggle with anxiety. So I shivered as her fingers wedged in the gaps between mine. Her hair blew all around her face as the breeze flowed speedily. The sun began to ascend, but as it did, she pulled me around the maze of hills, and out of all the confusion the next thing I knew, we were by the beach. The sun steadily dragged up over the horizon and mixed its brilliant orange and maroon hues with the watercolors within the vast oceanic remoteness of the open sea. Literally the sun mixed in with the ocean, giving an array of beautiful, unthinkable, bright tints and shades beyond the imagination of the most inspired mind. You could see the crystal-clear purple galaxies in the vivid ambience of the almost-morning sky. The atmosphere was breathtaking. It felt like I could breathe the stars. Even with all this beauty, she was still easily the most beautiful thing in sight at that moment. It was God’s way of showing how absolutely beautiful of a God He is and was and always will be.

She placed her finger over her lips, signaling me to hush completely and stay still. Then she used the emotion in her eyes to visibly ask me to dance with her. It sounds crazy, and maybe it was, but I wanted to risk it. Looking back on it, it would seem that it was a total joke or a misinterpreted situation, but I knew undeniably that she meant it. So as dorky and pathetic as I clearly looked, I attempted to dance with her. At first she seemed hesitant and even timid, but she quickly made herself comfortable, as did I after persuasion. I made it awkward for both of us, but I didn’t care and neither did she. It was surreal. She leaned towards me and whispered, “You must be dreaming.” And I was.

That daydream of sorts could’ve been a glimpse of the future — a hope for me, a taste of optimism, a glance for any wishful thinker — because I know without a doubt that there is a right girl, a perfect moment, a heartfelt ambience, a romantic future, a brighter day. Wherever you are in this journey, don’t give up. You’ll make it in the end. There’s someone for everyone, whether you're a realist or a dreamer. And there’s a moment for you, and for me, friends, whether we’ve experienced it yet or not. 

Taste optimism. Breathe reminiscence. Sense opportunity.