dream girl.

lately, 

i’ve been having these weird dreams.

dreams that would pick up where i left off on the last night,

continuing the dream.

it started with me at school,

sitting in the back of the class, 

staring out the window,

bored out of my mind.

nothing happens for a good 5 minutes,

then,

she comes in

and takes my breath away.

shyly tucking her hair behind her ear,

she introduces herself,

and as she does,

we meet eyes.

i can feel my heart racing 

as i watch her glossy lips part after each word.

i wonder,

do they taste as good as they look?

once she’s done,

our eyes encounter each other once more, 

and she looks way nervously,

her cheeks tinted with a cotton-candy-like pink. 

i look away too,

not wanting to get my hopes up.

a girl liking another girl?

that might as well be treason. 

she takes a seat next to me,

tucking her long hair behind her ear once more.

i watch her take out her school supplies in the window reflection.

i should stop looking at her before something bad happens.

in the middle of class,

the girl drops her eraser.

it dances its way towards me 

and halts right next to my foot.

i pick it up and give it back to her,

and as i did,

i got a better look at her.

she’s even prettier up close. 

no,

pretty was an understatement.

she was more than that,

she was the definition of ethereal. 

brown eyes that emulated the warm and cozy feeling of autumn,

fair skin that looked smoother than butter,

and a smile brighter than a thousand suns. 

her beauty was too much for me that i have to look away.

our fingers grazed each other as i handed the girl her eraser back.

such a small amount of contact 

and yet it made me want to feel her touch once more.

i held back the urge to grab her hand and interlace our fingers.

she smiled once more at me,

and quietly whispered,

“thank you,”

to me.

my heart skipped a beat.

god, even her voice was heavenly. 

i nodded awkwardly and turned around as quickly as possible.

i saw her giggle at me in the window reflection. 

during class,

i kept sneaking glances at her in the window reflection,

allowing me to stare at her for as long and as much as i wanted. 

i wonder if she ever snuck glances at me too. 

that was the first dream. 

i felt a shiver down my spine when i woke up.

i got a bad feeling about it,

but decided to ignore it since it didn’t seem too important.

the next night,

i was in school again in the same spot.

i looked over at the seat next to me.

empty. 

it was empty for half the day.

i know that i barely knew her,

but i couldn’t help but feel upset about not seeing her.

it ruined my day.

.

.

.

oh no. 

i fell for her,

didn’t i? 

no. 

no, 

this can’t be happening. 

no! 

suddenly, 

the door flew open.

and there she was,

standing at the doorway of our classroom.

she explained the reason for her absence and sat down.

i watched her once more in the window.

she noticed me staring at her,

and i immediately looked away.

i rested my head on the desk and buried my face in my arms.

i heard a soft giggle.

i peeked at the window reflection, 

and i got to see her enchanting smile once more. 

i felt my face go hot as i listened to her harmonious laugh.

it was just as captivating as the rest of her. 

i wanted to capture her laugh and seal it up in a jar so that i could keep it to myself. 

maybe i could at least capture her perfection on paper.

instead of paying attention, 

i stared at her in the window reflection,

sketching her physique out on a piece of paper.

how could someone be so painfully beautiful?

“what are you drawing?’

a soft voice spoke.

i looked over my shoulder,

and it was her.

.

.

.

crap. 

i immediately covered up the sketch with my hands, 

risking the chance of crumpling it up.

“nothing,”

i responded in a rush. 

she laughed once more,

and i felt my face flush red. 

“i don’t know what you were drawing,

but it looked quite beautiful.”

i blushed and quietly thanked her. 

she asked for my name, 

so i told her it.

what she said next certainly surprised me. 

however,

i had to find out the next night,

so i patiently awaited for the time that i could return to my dream,

to her.

“a beautiful name for a beautiful person.”

she said with a soft smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear again.

i looked away and at the ground, 

not wanting her to see my red-tinted face. 

we began to talk some more,

and we slowly became friends.

the closer i was to her,

the more i wanted to feel her touch against mine.

these dreams went on for 2 months, 

and they were the best 2 months of my life.

but sadly,

nothing lasts forever. 

one night,

the dreams went away.

i had a different dream,

and she wasn’t in it.

i couldn’t see her anymore. 

i tried for days to see if i could be with her once more,

but nothing worked.

i wasn’t going to be able to see her anymore. 

she was gone,

and my heart broke.

she may have just been a girl in my dreams,

but she was the girl of my dreams.

i tried to forget about her,

to move on with my life,

but to fall so in love with someone then have to forget them in an instant,

why, it was everything but possible. 

i went to school the next few days in a dejected mood.

i tried to sleep every chance i got,

hoping that i would get to see her again,

but it was hopeless.

just like any other monday morning,

the whole class was tired, dreading the classes that followed this one.

however,

it wasn’t just like any other morning.

that morning,

we had a new student.

when i heard the news, 

things began to feel oddly familiar. 

a girl walked in,

and our eyes met.

it was her,

it was dream girl.

and now,

i was standing with dream girl at the altar,

saying “i do,”

and marrying the girl of my dreams.