There she stands - just as beautiful as she ever was.
"You're back," I state confusedly but with a huge smile on my face. I reach out and embrace her with the intentions of never letting her out of my sight again. "I've missed you so much!" I exclaim, holding back the tears.
We go to church and some girl snapchats me or texts me. She gets this chiseled look in her jaw and I know she's upset and jealous that I would pay attention to another girl and not her. I never would want to make her jealous, but it all the same pleases me that someone cared like that about me again. I pull her aside and tell her, "Look, I've had to put a wall up in my heart to section you off when you died. It's going to take some time for me to take it down. But I'm going to. You're here now and..." beep beep beep beep
Worst. Alarm. Ever.
Experiences like these are hard enough in their own right to deal with while I'm dreaming. I have to counteract all that I was struggling with that a sudden solution has presented itself. Instantly, things CAN be alright again. I don't have to date again. I don't have to try to balance my heart out. She's back and everything's okay. I've got my love back and the world is suddenly right for a moment.
Or not. While in this other state of reality everything is well, not perfect, but almost. My major concerns are solved. Suddenly the stress drains away. The anger, the confusion, the sadness is gone. For a lingering moment. Then when I wake up, it still feels the same. But I know she's not here. I think, however, that I'm still on my dream "high". In a couple more hours, everything will come crashing down again. In a couple more hours, I have to face reality again.
Dreams. In the moment they can be a wonderful bliss. The next it can be all swept away.
