As you slept, you dreamt. Of the overgrown trees in the desert. The obscurity of it. The idea that time could go backwards.
How simply maddening?

That's how it felt to love him, didn't it?
It was, in small terms, incredulous. That somehow something so meaningless as a minuscule moment of acknowledgement could give you a lifetime of sustainable oxygen.

Sitting underneath the same sky, even though you are to be exact 9,442 miles away from him. Gave you unconditional, hope. That someday, he himself would plant that seed in your heart that would blossom. But instead you water it, yourself.

Smiling.
This indeed is something you have in common. But the way he does it, puts you in a trance. Somewhat similar to Snow White.
"Don't be silly" they said.

They think you're mad, don't they?
That your name to him, are just letters in the alphabet. But his to you are a perfectly designed assemble of letters.

He doesn't know who you are.
Nor, will he ever.

"You're just a face amongst millions of many prettier others"
No one gets it, do they?

How, his laugh could unify people. How, his eyes could be made out of a combination of the bluest sea and sun.
How one day, you would love for him to look at you, as if you created the sun for him.

That one day, he would find it possibly unbearable to leave your side. As if you were the reason for his heart beat.

But trust me, I get it.
Because no matter, how excruciating it may get when the relisation is that he will never look at you that way. You can truly say, you loved hard.

You loved him hard and even though he may never know how hard you fell.

But that's alright, my darlings, that they don't get it, do they?

Because you have the bruises to show. That your love was more real, than they ever thought.

She dreamt of a place, filled with fields of red roses. With castles and people with similar reasons for being.

Where people were free, like fishes in the sea and she couldn't contain her happiness as she slept.
She would smile in her sleep, as if she had been kissed by angels.
In some ways, maybe she had.

They would dance. Bizarre, is it not?
Always believing that it wouldn't end, like it was their favourite show on repeat.

She believed that happiness was something everyone possessed and if not you could find it at the bottom of the garden. Buried in a small burrow in the ground. All you had to do was ask for it.

But eventually she realised the roses weren't so good after all. When she woke, the thorns were much sharper and they were never red at all.

It was just the blood that fell from her lips when she said "I'll just fall back asleep"

Because in all honesty.
She preferred it that way.