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Dream Lover

Anticipation & Reality

By Anna HensonPublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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Years ago:

We had met while stationed together. We were both sent for a short time to the same boat from our stations to lend a hand. She was the jaw-dropping type. Tall, blonde, gorgeous and didn't realize it. She could sing like Cher and had a really goofy side that I adored.

Nothing ever happened between us, save for a skinny dipping adventure one night after too much to drink, but she still crossed my mind here and there over the years.

Last night:

I received a package. It was nicely wrapped in a mature style. Nice paper and a twine string bow. Inside was what I think was a glass statue of an angel maybe? Despite the box looking flawless, it was devastation inside. Perhaps a metaphor for my life these days?

The remnants were impossible to piece together but it came with a video note.

As the video began to play, it had that old timey lines and dots on the screen look to it and I knew right away it was a silent film. The scene was a fountain, positioned in the frame so that you were eye level where someone would sit on the concrete around the fountain. There was water flowing from the right side of the shot as if set just left of center, and trees in the background.

A few seconds of flowing water and then she walks into frame. She's smiling awkwardly, like she doesn't know how to say the words inside. She looks down at her feet with hesitation as the breeze picks up. She reaches up to hold her hair from getting in her face, using the back of her left hand to rest her cheek. She's impossibly beautiful.

As she raises her gaze, I can suddenly feel what she's trying to say and I understand why the video is silent. Words will do no justice here. She's finally realized what all those looks meant so many years ago. She understands now and she feels it too.

With a bite of her lip she reaches forward and ends the video.

I feel catatonic. I want to yell to her through the video, run to her, pull her in and whisper, 'I know'. But it's just me and a broken glass angel in a neat box with no address. My eyes dart as I try and think of what I should do next. Look for her on Facebook? Go to the delivery company? How do I find her?

I jump up and head for my truck, deciding the delivery company is the most efficient place to start. I look up and there she is. Leaning against the house, relaxed and smiling with that "nailed it" smirk I've always loved.

At first I can’t believe my eyes but I walk up to her and feel that no words need be said. She knows. I know. Our time has finally come. She puts one hand on my neck and rests her thumb on my cheek. The other hand she wraps behind me and pulls me in by the small of my back. For a moment it's just us, looking into each other's eyes like we're seeing the meaning of life. She kisses me, firm and deep, with the passion of eleven years in the making. I let out a sigh I feel I've been holding my entire life and melt into her embrace.

I open my eyes to see the sun rising over the mountains and accept that I was dreaming. Wishing once again that my love life could be more like my dream life.

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