Since the day I first met you, on that day we were at the beach.
I ran away from home, sat at the beach crying, you came up to me and hugged me to comfort me.
You sat beside me and we sat there silently watching the sunset together. It felt so magical. The only one who has ever made me feel cared about, loved.
After that day we started to spend time with each other and quickly became friends. I fell for you even harder.
Deep down I didn’t want to be just friends, I wanted more.
I knew it was impossible. You already had someone you loved…
5 years went by since then and we still had each other. When I felt down you were there and when you were at your worse I was there for you too. Your hugs were the best. I always felt warm and safe in your embrace.
Then you suddenly disappeared, without a trace. I tried contacting you and called every second.
Every time I heard the beeping noise of my phone, from the failing calls, I would start crying.
I was depressed, frustrated and called your number every day, while lying on my bed. As my tears fell onto my pillow.
I couldn’t handle being abounded by you, I didn’t want to think you did. Everyone else could leave me behind, but you were the only one, the only person I didn’t want to have gone.
I cried every day, waiting for you to come back. I wished every day to have you back with me, back by my side, even if I can’t confess my feelings towards you.
Until a month later I received a call from the police, saying they found you, I couldn’t help but cry in relief. As the police officer continued talking and said your body was in an awful condition and that you were… dead. I dropped the phone, standing there in shock before starting to scream in pain and cry.
That day I cried and cried and cried. I was broken at that point.
The day of your funeral came. I sat at your grave stone all night and cried, cried and cried even more.
Before you went from us I couldn’t even bring myself to confess.
You probably already knew, that I liked you. I still do….
The first time I set eyes on you
I knew I loved you
You were always there…
When ever I needed
A hug
Comfort
Someone to talk to
You were always there to support me
A week after your funeral. I decided to go to meet and see you again. Face to Face.
And jumped of the edge with a smile on my face.
…
..
.
I woke up to a bright light shining on my face, remembering things vividly.
I..it can’t be… How am I still alive.
A nurse entered the room and told me I had been in a coma for about 6 years.
Tear drop fell down my cheek as I realised it was just a dream, but it felt to real for it to be just a dream.
Was it all really just a dream..?
…I just wanted to see you again…
