The setting: an asian urban city. Not sure which, but it could be hong kong or singapore.
Apparently, I’m on a trip with church people. I know them all even though I don’t recognize them now that I think about it. We’re doing all kinds of fun stuff on our tour of the city. Including riding on a yacht around the bay of the city.
While we’re on the yacht, we see a white-water raft falling from above. Apparently, its like sky diving, a bunch of people fall of out of a plane in an inflatable raft and float (kinda fast) down to the water. It looks uber fun. So as the yacht lands, we’re all getting ready to get off the boat. Then this girl comes over to talk to me. I kinda forget what we talk about, but I think we’re talking about the inflatable raft and how cool it was.
I notice the Ray standing off to the side, waiting for the conversation to end.
So the conversation ends and she approaches me with a shy smile. “Are you having fun?” she asks. I reply that I’m having a great time. We share some small talk for some time while walking near the back of the group. (I really don’t remember what we talk about since what’s coming up shadows it all.) All of a sudden, there’s a brief pause in the conversation.
As awkwardness creeps into the conversation, she says “By the way…” she then leans over close, and whispers in my ear.
I can smell her hair, I can feel her warmth, I can smell the scent of her skin as she leans in. I feel her breath as she whispers,
“I love you too.”
The world stops. My heart stops. Did I hear her correctly? She couldn’t have just said what I thought she did. I look at her, and she is the most beautiful I have ever seen her. She smiles at me like she knows a secret.
“Um… wh-what… what did you say?” I manage to stammer.
“You heard me,” she says with an air of confidence as her smile broadens.
“Are you serious? I mean, really? Really and truly? But…”
She nods like a fool with the crazy smile on her face.
And then it hits me. This is for real. It’s finally for-fucking-real.
“But how?”
“I overheard it when you left your mic on last week.”
(Apparently what she says is in reference to a dream I had some time ago, which I don’t really remember, but when she refers to it, it strikes some sort of remembrance in me. Apparently I hooked up my mic, and was recording some stuff. And I left it on while talking to Mike or Al or something, and she heard me talking about her. The funny thing is, I didn’t realize I left it on in the dream.)
“Wow.” is all I can think. I just stand there staring at her. She is so fucking beautiful. The tears start streaming down my cheeks. I can’t believe it.
Then for some reason, in the dream, I break into 3 different scenarios of what happens next.
1. I fall on my knees and thank God for this moment. She starts to cry as well. I then get up and hold her.
2. She slowly approaches me, puts her arms around me, and holds me tight.
3. I do the same to her.
And the dream continues from scenario 3. After holding each other for what seems like forever. We realize we have to catch up to the group. Holding hands (omfg) we start briskly after the group. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Everything has finally fallen into place.
A million questions run through my head. I’m still reeling from her revelation. I don’t even see the scenery as we run by. All I sense is the way it feels to hold her hand, to run beside her, to know that we are running together in life. And thats all I need.
All of a sudden, we’re in a parking garage, catching up on the group. And I manage to get a question out, “Bu-But what about Will?” And instantly I regret the question. Why am I so dumb? Of all the things to say, why would I remind her of her boyfriend?
Fortunately for me, she takes it in stride. Becuase I am still reeling from before, I don’t really hear everything she says, but the pieces I pick up comfort me. “After hearing what you said…I thought about it…I realized…wanted to be with you…even though I don’t know how it will turn out, I have a feeling it will be great…why do you think I came on this trip?”
The rest of the dream is a blur. Running around with her, having her beside me, having an amazing time.
And all of a sudden, I’m in the Lexus, parked by the side of the road. Waiting. For what or who I don’t really know. But I do. Because a second later she pokes her head through the passenger window, smiles at me, and asks, “Ready to go?” My reply, “of course, anywhere with you.” She giggles and gets in. I look at her and realize again how beautiful she is. It kills me.
She puts her hand on top of mine, and I pull the car out. We drive to the end of the block, make a right at the intersection, and drive off together.
The End.
(Sorry a lot of the story is disjointed and blunt. I didn’t want to spend time making it flow and making it “sound good” because I wanted to get it down before it started to fade. And I don’t want to edit it now, because I want to keep it the way it is, raw and true.
But I will never forget that moment on the pier. That will stay with me forever.)
