I Have Dreamed of You

I have dreamed of you.

Leaning on the fences of your balcony, the morning sun shines behind you.

A smile was plastered on your face as you told me about what happened to you today. I can't remember what you said, but you were happy.

And I, too, was happy to see that. To see that you are happy.

I have dreamed of you.

And you were so beautiful when the morning breeze played with your hair. When the sunlight kissed your face. When you smiled and outshined the sun. When you—

I will be honest with you, but I think you are beautiful even when the only thing you do is breathing, and alive, and exist.

Have I told you that I like how you smell like the coffee you brew for your customers?

I don't know when it started, but I began to associate the dark liquid with you. The smell, the dark-brown color, it's you. You, you, you.

I think it's unfair how you took up and claimed colors as your own in my head.

Because how is it fair when various ranges of brown make me picture you, working happily behind the counter, cheerful and chatting with your patrons, and how every brown eyes I encountered reminds me of yours?

How is it fair when every time I saw a blonde in the street my mind immediately wondered if it was you I was seeing?

How is it fair when I see red and the voice in my head tells me that it is your favorite color?

Hey,

I have dreamed of you.

Once. Or maybe more.

In every single one of them, you were so far away. You were so out of reach. You were so farther away from me than you were in reality.

It sends a pang all across my spine.

But you were happy in that dream. You were always happy in my dream. You always shine. You were always beautiful.

And as I woke up from the dream, and met you in reality,

Where you are closer than you ever did in my dreams,

I began to wonder,

Is being far away from each other how it's supposed to be for us?

I have dreamed of you.

You were smiling, shining,

You were happy.

And you were standing next to someone;

It wasn't me.

It was never me.

And it's probably how it's supposed to be.