Sometimes You Need More Than Dreaming

I Was Right

If we were to meet, would it be one of those awkward introductions, in which we both feel that if we mess this part up that it would have an affect on the rest of our relationship? Would we slowly see each other across the street, and I would realise just how beautiful you are and that you always were to me. Then I would start feeling nervous about actually getting closer and closer to you and the butterflies fluttering around my stomach. That moment when I become so self conscience with the way I look, the way I smile, the way I smell, and that nervous walk I try and act it cool. As I approach you in the afternoon glaze of the sun that reflects behind you like you are walking towards me from heaven.

As we get closer and closer I whisper to myself ‘oh my god’ realising that you have come to see me and that its getting ever closer to that moment where I have to say hello to you, and I already see you smiling at the prospect. Would you want me to shake your hand? Or would you mind if I kissed you? Once on the left cheek and once on the right like they do in France? Or could I gentle step close to you and say ‘hello’ in a moment of pure silence between us and look into your eyes and kiss you gently on your lips a soft kiss in the hazy afternoon in the middle of the street. As my right hand brushes your cheek and then your hair around your ear. As we step into each other a little closer that our bodies touch and this kiss has just become more than a ‘hello’ kiss. It becomes a kiss of my feelings towards you and yours towards me.

Or do I not do any of it and just say awkwardly ‘hello, how are you? Where should we go for coffee?’ as you smile and say ‘wherever you want, I just want to get to talk to you’ and this is when I go weak at the knees and realise maybe, just maybe you could be the one to change my life even if it is for only today or tomorrow, or as I always hoped a little longer.

We turn together walking side by side, I’ll ask about your day and your weekend, and while walking down the street, our hands whisper against each others, both telling a secret of longing to be in one another’s, and we walk and talk and smile and slowly realise that we aren’t really going anywhere at all. And we turn and laugh at the fact we have walked around the city in circles for the last two hours. And in your eyes I can see that you really don’t mind but pretend that you do. And this could be the essence of the relationship, we don’t know where either of is going but as long as its together, it’ll be alright.

This is when I grab old of your hand and I feel our bodies sigh with relief, that finally that the awkward whispering of hands is over and now instead of whispering, our hands are fully one interlocked with each other and whatever secrets they have been sharing in those whispers, we both understand. 

And the afternoon we spend together, becomes early evening and we sit on a park bench with you curled up into me and we sit in silence watching the stars come out. And I make a wish for you and I make a wish for us and I kiss you on the forehead and as I do you close your eyes, and you smile. And I whisper ‘I’m glad I met you.’

If I met you, would this be the way it would turrn out, or would it be one of those dates that isn’t even worth thinking about and would it be a date not worth the time of me thinking, sitting and writing about how we both could be so good for each other. 

Are you that person that I could whisper ‘I’m glad I met you.’

Or are you somebody else.