Published: Wed, 11 Dec 2024 07:57:04 -0800
I was back in my room from high school, living in my little renovated basement, everything the same as I remember. An old friend I haven't seen since the Summer after I graduated was coming to visit. Things didn't end well the last time I had seen them, but it has been so long that it no longer mattered. They arrived and everything was like how it was again during those glory years. We reminisced over those fond memories we shared through the night. Before we retired for the evening, I brought up the last time I saw them, apologizing for the way I acted and forgiving them for what had happened. Immediately tears started bursting from their eyes, they turned and hugged me; holding on as if they were not wanting to let go of me ever again. Between bouts of tears they said to me, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry". I held them too, telling them it was ok, happy that we had finally moved on from that dark chapter in our friendship, excited for all the memories to come. I had my best friend back, that's all that mattered, and in that moment all was well. We fell asleep still holding onto one another.
And then I woke up. None of it was real. In that brief moment of realization, I begged for a moment to return to the dream, to return to that world where I was with them, so we could share a few more moments together. I felt tears well behind my eyes and a single drop run down my cheek as the young morning's light started illuminating my room.
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