dreamboy

i dreamt of him last night.

i can almost paint his face.

he was handsome but simple that i was comfortable looking at him and yet amazed.
he was tall that i had to tiptoe to embrace him.
he had medium physique.
he was slender enough that i felt it easy to wrap myself around him.
and he was muscular enough to make me feel secure.

he looked young but thought old.
he was serious with life and philosophy but he smiled at me.

he got along well with my friends and he knew how to cook.
he had everybody's vote and satisfied everybody's taste including mine.

he had a kid.
i cannot remember if it was a girl or a boy but i remember the child was very pretty.
he showed affection for the child and took responsibility.

he had a job.
a real job; not a call center job, a diner job or a freaking hell office job.
and yes, he had a bigger paycheck than i did.

he appeared to be a doctor...
or was it a metaphor?
because he healed my depression.

but he did not give me my mania back, he gave me happiness.

at that short moment in time when we were together, i was truly happy...
and at that moment i wasn't scared to be happy.
he was everything in one package
and we were together.

and then i woke up.
i lost the dream... but i wish i have not lost him.
i look forward to the day that i meet him.

[Original Post: http://master_angsta.blogs.friendster.com/ Posted on November 02, 2005 at 06:41 PM.]