I had a dream last night. You came up to me and brushed my hair behind me ear and you whispered something. Something.
It was quiet as a summer breeze, warm and slow and gentle, but I couldn’t hear it quite properly. “Can you say that again?” So you did it all again. You brushed my hair away from my ear and leaned in and whispered, “I love you.” I blushed red; my lips stretched to smile.
You left a kiss on my cheek before you drew away. Your hand still in my hair, your kiss still lingered on my cheek, and on my cheek was the blush still painted. I stumbled with my words- they fell straight from my mouth like raindrops- “I love you too.”
And then I woke up. My eyes flew open. My arms reaching for you. But you weren’t there. No. You never were.