You Were A Dream

You can’t be real, I knew from the very first day I saw you. It was a hot summer afternoon that I saw you and couldn’t take my eyes off for a while. It was unbelievable how a person can possess such unique beauty. Everything around seemed colorful in that shadowy hot noon while your presence ignited cool breeze all around me carrying your scent along with it. It’s not that I hadn’t seen a prettier lady before, but you had that magnetic walk that drew me closer like no one else.

I somehow made it possible to be around you for a month or so and all that time, I knew it was a dream. I couldn’t sleep all those nights and dreamt while you were around, throughout the days. I started loving tea because you loved it, I knew. I was always 30 minutes early to office to follow you on the way and to enjoy this feeling of being alone with you in the room. I could never take my eyes off those glassy windows once you left the office chasing you till you were off the sight and then picturing you on your way home scared of this thinking about someone who’ll look into your eyes and will fall for you.

We used to talk about minor things on Facebook and it kept me alive to know, I’m still there in a tiny portion of your brain. And this feeling would overcome me throughout the night, converting every wish into dream, bringing you closer. You were all I’d been dreaming about all those nights, you were all I’d been thinking about all those days.

The day, I was no more a friend of you on Facebook was the day I stopped dreaming, ending up realizing it wasn’t you who was in my dreams, it was you who itself was a dream. I feel like being abandoned in the middle of Sahara, having no clue to the destination, looking at rising sandstorms all around me, turning my eyes into stones.

How can a dream be so fierce? May be you weren’t a dream, may be you were too good to believe, too good to bear, too good to be around.