In that moment, he lifted my face to meet his. He looked me in the eyes and touched my chin lightly.Then he kissed me. He kissed me like no one's ever kissed me before. I could feel the love between us. And when he stopped, he paused and kept his forehead on mine. His eyes closed and his breath heavy, he spoke for the first time. "I love you. I don't even know what love is but I know I love you." The words floated out of his mouth ever so slowly, kissed my ears and continued into oblivion. Finally, he looked at me. 

His eyes were the last thing I saw before I woke up. Even in the sunlight, the green and brown orbs glowed as they faded away like a old movie transition. 

It was all a dream. A fantasy, maybe. One thing's for sure it wasn't reality.

Later in the day, when I see him I will think of the dream, as vivid as it was. I will imagine it and it will hurt when I realize that it wasn't true. He will look at me, as I daydream, as if to say, "Are you okay?" He will not know that he is the reason my face is twisted with worry. I will shake him off, acting as if I am okay, and he will accept. We will continue to do this song and dance until someone gives up or gives in. 

I hope that someone gives in because this love is killing me.