and it's never real...
i dreamt last night i'd met someone new...someone visiting from a far off
place, another country perhaps...another town too distant to visit...
we talked, we laughed, we danced...and in one single moment we stared in each
other's eyes and saw to our hearts...and we fell in love...
i pretended it wasn't true, as did she...and the night before she left, i
talked with a friend and cried...she asked how i'd fallen...i cried to her
saying i'd gone too deep, i felt something magical for this girl...and she was
going to disappear...
and the stranger admitted the same thing, i saw her the day she would be
leaving...she came to me and hugged me...we cried on each other's shoulders
knowing we'd never be together again, we'd never hold one another close...and we
cried...
she told me then to meet her later for dinner...and to kiss her under the
candlelight...to kiss her for the first time and for the last, for beginning and
finality...
...but i woke up before i did...and for some reason i'm still upset, and
still sad...and still heartbroken, like i've lost her forever...