It’s a dream of love, of tenderness, of togetherness, of elation and passion and complete devotion. A dream that, someday, bye some miracle, we’d be together and she’d be in my arms.

It’s a completely impractical dream as many dreams are. I’m already in a relationship just like that. So I have no business having such dreams. But I do. And it’s such a beautiful dream too.

But now my dream is someone else’s reality. And that hurts like hell.

So my dream has died…or at least has disappeared somewhere.

Just as well really.

Arc