Do Dreams come true?
This girl. Yes, this girl. I don’t know what’s so special about her, but something about her hits me differently every time she’s around. I’m the kind of person who’s always on the giving side, someone who tends to overcare for the people that matter to me. But with her, it feels different. My eyes, my ears, my brain—every sense of mine is on duty when she’s near.
When her face looks dull, I feel this strong urge to cheer her up, to make her laugh, to bring back her glow. I just want to hug her tight, calm her down, and make her forget her worries for a while. And when she smiles or laughs, it lights me up instantly. The funny part? We’re both so good at hiding the emotions we feel for each other. And I know, I’m not her type, and she isn’t mine either. I’m impatient, while she carries her patience like it’s her crown. Half the things I love, she hates. Still… she leaves me in awe.
Sometimes, I feel like calling her and talking nonstop—telling her everything about me, all that I can, and listening endlessly to her in return. Just losing myself in her voice.
Around her, I don’t feel like holding on to anything—not my masculinity, not my ego. I feel like melting it all away in her presence, like ice cream in the sun. I want to sit near her feet, putting down all my masculinity, and bare my soul to her without fear or pride. She makes me want to let her take charge of my chaos, to calm my darker side, to pull me out of it.
I want to pamper her… to shower her with the love she truly deserves. I’d cook her favorite food, take her out on dates, bring her flowers picked by my own hands. I’d even go to the movies with her, though I hate theatres—just to see her happy. I don’t just want her beside me; I want us to grow together, both as individuals and as partners.
There’s a spark in her—something unique, something magnetic. I don’t even want to figure it out, and I definitely don’t want to lose the feeling of experiencing it. Maybe it’s love, maybe it’s something beyond love… I don’t know yet.
All I know is that this story doesn’t feel complete. It feels like it’s only just beginning.
And then… the alarm rang. I woke up, slapped myself, and muttered under my breath, “It was just a dream.”
-Suraj
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