A Dream

Looking up at the blue sky while sitting at the veranda of my parents´ house, I felt so calm. I knew I still had things to do: finding some specific photos from my old albums. The photos of a person whom had ruled my heart from ages ago when we were still teenagers, more than 2 decades ago. But I thought the searching could wait, so I closed my eyes.

The memory of last night´s dream hit me. Why? After all these years? Why was I shown that specific face? Without words, without a smile nor a tear. The face. Why was it so calm? It showed thousands things but also showed nothing at all. I wanted to ask, I wanted to say something but my tongue was numb. I failed again. Then I turned to Him up there. “Dear God, what is the meaning of this all? What are You trying to tell me?” It was quiet. I heard nothing. The face, I couldn´t forget. It was so calm. He was calm.

I opened my eyes. I remembered the dream last night. I missed the face. It had been one and a half decades after the last episode. “How is he doing now? Does he still hate me? Does he know that I´m still alive? Does he care at all?” I looked up again. Felt like shouting but I couldn´t blame Him. I couldn´t blame myself nor him. What did the dream mean? Why did he come again after all these years? Until when would this torture end?

I looked down and saw the greens. I thought to myself, it was nothing but a dream. So, I got up from the seat and went to start looking for those precious photos of my dear one.