I knew you once.
You used to be an everyday interaction in my life.
But now you are simply a quiet string of web hanging
like a distant memory in my brain.
I had a dream of you.
It was warm and familiar,
like we were never separated
by the harsh conditions of alcoholism.
Do you remember that one drunken night
when you saved me,
like you had nothing better to do,
from the arms of interest-takers
and lovers that failed to return my feelings?
You spend your night helping me
and taking care of me
and protecting me like the longtime
friend you were supposed to be.
But was it just that?
Was it ever just that?
Or are these just thoughts of might-have-beens
with a guy that was always just my best friend?
I had a dream that you were getting married,
and you were second-guessing,
and a part of me wanted to tell you
not to marry her,
but another part of me knew that
our lives were far too distant
and our memories were too far from reality
that it wasn't fair to you, or her, or me.
But I wanted to tell you so bad.
I wanted to admit everything to you.
I wanted to shake you to the core
and remind you of a time when it was just me and you
taking care of me at a time of need.
But I know that this will never happen.
It's not me and you anymore.
It's you and her -
and me holding onto a crippling dream
of us
like we were ever actually together...
About the Creator
Melina Giorgalletou
Just a college student from Cyprus, living in NYC, trying to find herself through words and writing.
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