Wednesday, June 30, 2010

First Love

When I have a dream about my ex, it totally throws me off. I would consider this dream to be worse than any other gory, scary dream I've had.

I turned away in the crowd of people, trying not to be seen by him, but wishing he would see me anyway. He still had his long black hair and still had a slightly large nose and big brown eyes. He still looked like my first love, but things had changed. It had been years. It's been over. It always will be.
He saw me. He was moving towards me and I was caught in all the people, frozen. His arms wrapped around my shoulders in a friendly way. He still smelled the same. My heart started to ache, and I felt frantic not to let him leave me. Not just yet. I smiled and looked in his eyes and tried to grab his hand, but the crowd pushed us apart.

I yelled for him. He couldn't just leave me like this. He couldn't leave me so easily. Not after everything....

When I woke up I could still smell the shampoo he always used. I shook my head and tried to get the dream out of my head, but it just won't leave. His smile is haunting my thoughts, and I don't like this feeling.

I wish my first love would just die already.

2 comments:

  1. this is strange. you just described my current boyfriend/"first love" to a t. long black hair, slight large nose & big brown eyes. it can feel it dying, us drifting, him leaving me. i dont want to have nightmares about him, but you seem to be just fine, i really admire you. x

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