Shatter

This is the dream I had last night.

I don't know where we are or how we got here. More importantly, I don't know why you're with me. Last I checked, you hated me and refused to even look at me. Every detail about you is exactly the way I remember it, except your hair is short. You cut it awhile back, I remember. Your eyes are just as beautiful, your smile just as captivating.

I run my fingers through your hair and realise my memory didn't do it justice. It's silky, soft and dark. Only now there's less to entwine my fingers in. You pull me in your arms and I lean back against your chest. This is not unfamiliar. We've lain this way countless times before, and I wait for what is sure to happen next.

You lean forward, and just before I feel your lips touch mine, you pull away, that all-too familiar smirk on your face. As always, I sigh impatiently and wait to see how long this will continue. After a few seconds, I decide to act and I wrap my arm around you and pull you closer, savouring the moment when our lips meet. This is even better than I remember, more wonderful than I could have thought possible.

My eyes open to the sounds of my television in the dark room. My body is shaking and as I feel the pillow beneath my head and the crisp sheets under my fingers, it suddenly hits me. I feel the tears threaten to fall, and I turn over, hoping that I can escape this in some way. Even after almost two years of your absence, you're still in my thoughts, invading my dreams. I feel the last piece of my heart shatter.