I had 2 dreams.
In one dream the ab-so-lute man of my dreams was there. I
can't even describe him because it was more of a sense than anything. Except
the eyes. Those eyes that looked into my depths, and I knew in that second who
he was. It could be you.
In the second dream we were best friends again, and in that
dream I looked into your eyes and saw your depths. In those depths I found
everything I ever needed, and in that second I knew that all the pain was so
worth it just to see you smile again.
After those 2 dreams all I could think about was Robert
Frost's "The Road Not Taken".
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
But then I started thinking - what if they were one and the
same? One path
.
But then I remembered - You opened the door and did not want to take
the steps to close it. Two paths.
Oh, how I wish my dreams would be one reality.
To have it all within grasp, but to not reach out and take
it is sad indeed.
Unfortunately - one alone can't create a dream for two.
