Fake Series: You Are Here

I had a dream that you didn't exist. Or that I didn't exist to you.

I was walking down a street when I saw you walking towards me. Since I'm always happy when you're there, my mouth exploded into a smile. My eyes never left your sight. As we walked towards each other's spaces, you looked at me with empty eyes. You looked at me and you looked away and then kept on going.

And when that happened, it was like I became rooted to the ground. I couldn't move except to turn around and watch you walk away from me. And I was trying to yell your name, trying to make you turn around, but all that came out was a silent scream. My voice was ripped from me.

And then you were gone. And I cried ... I cried so fucking hard. Because I love you so much but you weren't there. I didn't exist to you. I was nothing to you. And you were everything to me. So I cried.

My cries made their way into reality. My heaving chest woke me up. Opening my eyes, I felt wet tears on my cheeks as I came to. And then I saw it. A familiar form. You ... curled up beside me. Relief came over me that I reached out to you and didn't care that I might rouse you from your sleep.

I touched your arm. Your warmth came into me. And I smiled. I moved closer, slowly and quietly and stopped when my lips met the dip in your shoulder. Slowly still, I moved until my body was completely next to yours. Our contours meeting at just the perfect spots.

Your eyes still closed, you put your arm around me and pulled me further into you. I let you hold me while you slept. And slowly I drifted off myself. Knowing that you were still with me. Knowing that my dream was just a dream. That reality was ever present. That you are here. And that for now and hopefully forever, I am for you and you are for me.