Should I believe in you?
Every night I see you in my dream. Every night you give me this kind of warmth that nobody has ever given me before. You’re like an angel who first appeared to me with some kind of glow around you. But that’s it, just a dream. And so I wonder if I really should believe in you.
My dream is so much better that my reality. Why? In my dream, I see you. Guess what, you’re all that matters to me right now. But it seems like I forget to remember you during the day. But when night comes, I fall head over heels again to that smile of yours. I’m so blinded by your light. Could you please let me stay?
The very memorable thing that I couldn’t erase in my mind was when we stayed comfortably in the middle of the ocean. I wasn’t scared when I was with you, nor frightened because there’s nobody there to help us. It didn’t even cross my mind. Maybe that’s the nature of our dreams. It reflects our innermost thoughts, thoughts that are buried deep inside us and wants to come out even in the simplest kind of our imagination. This is where everything gets excited, at least for me.
You took my hand the moment our eyes met. You said this is fate, our fate. We’re in a different world nobody else could imagine. This is where we could do things we’d been dying to do in the earth plane, things that are unbelievable and unreachable, things that are supposed to be just a dream. This is a dream. A dream where a girl like me and an angel like you met.
You are an angel. You said you’re an angel who just stopped over in our world and was accidently hit by cupid’s arrow. That’s when you saw me, the girl you’ve waited until you breathed your last but never came. But here I am now, waiting for another surprise from the what-so-called destiny. Maybe that arrow hit me too.
It was time to go, his time to leave. I admit everything seems so hard to me. Should I believe in him? Is he just a figure of my imagination? Or a real angel who fell in love with me? It doesn’t matter now because he already left. He left me stranded in the middle of the ocean for his commitment to God is much more important than thinking for himself. His time is over. It was a trick by fate. He just wanted me to experience true happiness. But it didn’t last. As soon as I wake up, does he expect me to just forget him? His simple gaze is stuck in my head. And I knew that I will need a lot of time to forget his eyes, his smile, and his warmth. The good thing is I didn’t have to. When I opened my eyes, I was in his arms. Blinded once again by his light, but this time, it isn’t a dream anymore.