I open my eyes. Relieved, I reach for my phone, and out of habit, I begin composing a text message. Somewhere along the lines of “OMG I just had a nightmare and…” Wait a minute. Something doesn’t feel right. I check the date. November. Not September? I scroll through my Inbox. Last message received at 2AM and it was from Another Sender (to which till today I have no reply and I feel bad, but not bad enough). Something definitely doesn’t feel right. And so a few minutes of staring-up-at-the-ceiling later this dawns on me: The dream I had, was not a dream but a replay of events of the past two months. Like a movie, you know? Waking up thinking everything was back to normal and then realizing that this is normal… not exactly the kind of feeling one enjoys waking up to.
Now here I am, waiting for my ride (no car tonight). For some unknown reason I start reading Old Posts. Not mine of course. I read mine all the time, just to remind myself of the lessons I have learnt. Some of these posts made me sad, left me longing. Many of them made me roll my eyes and go, “Bullshit!” (out loud). A few of them, especially those from The Beginning, served as warnings, and I now kick myself for not taking them seriously back then.
So like the season we entered each others’ lives, we conquered, and when time was up we moved on. That’s what we were to each other. A phase of some sort. Sad, isn’t it? But a pretty memorable one, that’s a fact.
I had my fortune told once. She said I would meet three Great Loves in my lifetime. You should be delighted to hear you are one of them (I’m not entirely sure though, so ask me again when I am old and grey).
Let me reminisce while I still can. Because before I know it, I will forget… everything.
