The anticipation built. Minute by minute, I could quite literally feel my heart pound in my chest. It was that loud. I couldn’t really point out the reason for my quick heartbeat, but it was unsettling.
Then I saw him. The man I always dreamed of. The one I thought of. The one who, quite frankly, had my heart in the palm of his hand. (Ultimately, God has our lives in the palm of His hand).
I then realized why my heart had been palpitating. It was some sort of premonition to what was going to happen (i.e, me seeing him). My heart always does this thing at times when I am to go somewhere or do something. I don’t always know why, but sometimes, I have an idea why (It’s my gift ?).
He was sitting on the opposite side, eyeing me from the corner of his eye. See, the reason why my heart was pounding was because I was going to meet him. I had tried picturing how our meeting would be like and I was just never ready.
He held my heart. Months ago, we had stopped talking. It wasn’t really a mutual agreement, but it got to a point where I felt I was bugging him. We consequently turned to social media to look at each others stories, just to have a rough idea of what each of us was up to.
So when I saw him, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to tell him. There had been months of unspoken words between us. I was both angry and sad. I held him responsible for our current situation.
I eventually went to say hi and ended up sitting next to him, without saying anything else. That was the air around us until we left.
We left together and went to his apartment (trust me, it wasn’t planned). Having been to his house before, I knew where everything was. I showered and got into bed. I curled myself at the corner, leaving enough room for him. I pretended to be asleep (Nothing was going to happen. We were practically strangers).
He soon got into bed, moved closer to me and made me lay my head on his chest. I was surprised. But how could I refuse to when I had been ‘craving’ this for months on end? Just to lay my head and hear his heart beating rhythmically. Oh for one moment I forgot all the animosity that had built between us. It was all gone.
Then he spoke. He apologised for everything. He wanted what we had. The ‘us’ we were before. I wanted that too. He lavished me with kisses, saying how much he loved me. For so long, I had waited to hear those words, and say them to him. Right from deep down my heart…
Then I woke up.
What makes us dream? Is there any meaning behind a dream?
The relevance of dreams has been explained differently. However, the reason behind your dream is significant to you.
Remember, “No matter who you are or where you’re from, your dreams are valid.❤