Dreams...

Last night you invaded my dreams.

It was a cold foggy London day. I had recently moved  to your city to live with my family and was walking around town. Close to Saint Paul's Cathedral. I got out of the tube, a bit lost as usual, and there you were with your leather jacket, your dress white shirt with black strips, just like on that day we walked through London. Our eyes found each other. I smiled. A very shy smile, and then I froze. I did not know what to do. My heart was insanely calm, as if this was supposed to happen. You called me. I continued frozen. You walked towards me, and wrapped your arms around me. My heart sunk. You were breading heavily. I was calm and happy to see you. I hadn't felt that happy in a very, very, very long time. I remember closing my eyes and feeling my heart beat synchronizing with yours. With my head in your chest, my hand in your heart I whispered: You are going to be fine. You smiled and kissed me. With you lips in my forehead, you whispered: Ana, I have missed you so much. Bliss, pure bliss. I swear I felt the touch of your lips, the smell of your skin, the touch of your hand. I caressed the back of your head. Oh, pure bliss again.This is what pure bliss tastes like.

I closed my eyes, and felt the heat from your body warming up mine. I could swear it was real. The joy, the happiness of that moment. I am sure this really happened, maybe in another reality, in another dimension, in another life. My heart tells me it happened.

If I was able to tell you how much I love you... maybe you would understand.

I am just thankful of last nights dream. Somehow, it made me feel a bit alive. Thank you.