Let’s play pretend. Let’s pretend that we’re strangers in an elevator. We both start talking to one another and the mystery unravels from there. I go home and sit in my little bubble once again, reading. To slowly realise that you symbolise a fantasy character from the novel I’m reading. In time, things begin to become less vague, and more lucid. I’m awakened by your personality and presence. You gave me reason to keep trying, keep going, and go all the way to reach for that finish line. You gave me reason to believe that there’s someone out there that can erase everyone else, and can replace all those bad things in the inadequate world. When we’re not together, I feel the withdrawal symptoms, it’s scary.
Too bad playing pretend doesn’t last forever.
I end up only dreaming of these things. I end up searching for you in all my things. Then I’d lie in bed and laugh at how pointless anything at all is. Dreams...
Want to hear my dream? I’ll tell you anyway.
We’re sitting on the deck, looking down at the sweet ripples of dark blue water. The sun begins to go down, and our surroundings are bathed in a stunning orange glow. The salty smell of the ocean is in the air. As the skies start to dim, silhouettes of the city begin to stand out against the horizon, and the different shaped shadows give way to the glittering city light. Hands never unlock, and our eyes continue to gaze into one another’s, despite the beauty the surrounds us. I have a full roll of film that keeps playing again in my mind every time I close my eyes. I think of you as one of my favourite books. I keep you safe by my bedside table, hoping that the story comes to life during my sleep. But the book comes tumbling down...
xx Veronica
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