chimerical?

by 4 degrees

Posted to Stories on 2004-06-25 10:17:00

Far removed with an excuse of circumstances, true intimacy has been long forgotten, if ever known at all, replaced with physical gratification and temporary solice. Today, I know no other way. Today, this will suffice; it has to. There is nothing else.

I dream of a day when I am re-introduced to what love is, re-familiarized to what it’s all about. I readily admit that I haven’t got a clue, but I confuse ignorance with stupidity all too often.

I look on at pictures of you, on my 13½ viewable screen and lose myself in a daydream of you being here with me, of it being your hand gently stroking me instead of my own. A daydream of us sharing intimacy…or love. I wonder if I’d recognise it at all. Or if it might just be so foreign that it freaks me out, feeling something with such intensity. A daydream, continuing to become deeper, dreaming of your lips pressed to mine and your arms wrapped around me. Feeling your passion rise with my own. Looking each other in the depth of our eyes as we make love.

Then I get snapped back into reality, and remember how the chances are of me experiencing this with you, in a physical sense, are so remote. Circumstances of several sorts prevent this, and I know this inside me. Even though I keep having my dreams, and we keep talking of the day that we find ourselves together, I’ve gotta be realistic. Now that’s a funny word. And I must stay in today, because it’s all I’ve got, and it’s the only reality there is. I’ll do my best to just keep trusting in the process, and see where I am led, where you are led…

If someday our paths and our higher selves cross, I’ll never doubt how it is meant to be. Today I will remain hopeful, and think of you often, intently, and with love.