A Love that Burned
I haven't written in forever, and this dream was such a vivid and a nice dream. My brain was like narrating every step of the way.
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"Hey! Let's go to John's place."
"I don't see why not?" John smiled as he looked to the right, straight at me.
And in that moment, my heart melted. The way he smiled, it was like the sun shined down on you for the first time after a long period of rain. You get goosebumps when you feel the sun, but the kind that makes you appreciative that you finally see the sun. You don't feel worried with John around, nor did you feel like time rushed. His smile stopped time for me so I could see it a little longer.
"Yeah, I'd love to go see your place!" I truly was excited because I enjoy traveling, and seeing and doing things for the first time. I was also curious to know more about John, and honestly, just to get another opportunity to be around him.
All seven of us crammed into Jackie's old van that she got from her parents.
When we got to his place, I took my spot on the left side of his couch as the others crammed into it, and around it. His apartment definitely could not house all seven of us, but it was enough room for us to sit and talk. He sat on the opposite side, but I swear I see him looking up towards my direction every so often.
I want to keep talking to him and get to know him. I had that bubbly feeling inside that maybe, just maybe he wanted that too. As we all continued to talk, it was as if it was a Christmas day, and everyone enjoyed their conversations. We all laughed and drank until the sun was setting.
John's apartment was small but cozy. It had an assortment of figurines around his cabinets, and pictures of his family on his wall. You couldn't count all the figurines if you wanted to. He liked to collect antiques, and each one had a place on these walls even if he had so many. One knew that he took good care of his things too because it felt like you could sit there and just fall asleep on that couch, staring outside the elongated window. The bottom half of the mirror looked like a glass stained with rain, where you can see out, but all shapes are blurred so you can only quite make out what it was if you focused hard enough. The upper part of the window was clear and unstained.
I could see bikers, walkers, and cars whizzing by. The sun was slowly setting, and its rays fell upon John's apartment. It warmed the place up. We all chatted the evening away.
"Here, Anne, can you hold this?"
"Sure, I'll just put it on the table here."
"Oh." I accidentally knocked the candle over a bit as I took it from ____'s hand to put it on the table. It tilted from hitting the side of the couch, and candle wax dripped onto the couch's arm.
"Oh my god." The wax dropped. The flames followed. I patted it down. The flames came up. I patted it down. But now, It took other routes. The fire burned inside the couch.
"Oh no." I couldn't reach the flames anymore. I could not pat it as much as I tried. It was engulfing the entire couch from the inside. I knew that I couldn't save it. Those around me were now swarming to see what's happening, and trying to put it out. In a matter of seconds, we had to evacuate because the smoke was suffocating.
I thought about John and all his belongings. All his things. He would never have them again, and I would never be seen the same by him. I looked at him, and he didn't once look back. We stood outside as the flames ate up the place. Whether it was saved or not, I could not bring back something charred.
I wanted to reach him, and apologize. I walked up to him, but the others were surrounding him, giving their hugs and wishes.
And just like that, sometimes a love that could have been, is not. A love that burned so deep and so bright only destroyed the beholder because it couldn't be let out. And when let out, is in the wrong place and time.
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"Hey! Let's go to John's place."
"I don't see why not?" John smiled as he looked to the right, straight at me.
And in that moment, my heart melted. The way he smiled, it was like the sun shined down on you for the first time after a long period of rain. You get goosebumps when you feel the sun, but the kind that makes you appreciative that you finally see the sun. You don't feel worried with John around, nor did you feel like time rushed. His smile stopped time for me so I could see it a little longer.
"Yeah, I'd love to go see your place!" I truly was excited because I enjoy traveling, and seeing and doing things for the first time. I was also curious to know more about John, and honestly, just to get another opportunity to be around him.
All seven of us crammed into Jackie's old van that she got from her parents.
When we got to his place, I took my spot on the left side of his couch as the others crammed into it, and around it. His apartment definitely could not house all seven of us, but it was enough room for us to sit and talk. He sat on the opposite side, but I swear I see him looking up towards my direction every so often.
I want to keep talking to him and get to know him. I had that bubbly feeling inside that maybe, just maybe he wanted that too. As we all continued to talk, it was as if it was a Christmas day, and everyone enjoyed their conversations. We all laughed and drank until the sun was setting.
John's apartment was small but cozy. It had an assortment of figurines around his cabinets, and pictures of his family on his wall. You couldn't count all the figurines if you wanted to. He liked to collect antiques, and each one had a place on these walls even if he had so many. One knew that he took good care of his things too because it felt like you could sit there and just fall asleep on that couch, staring outside the elongated window. The bottom half of the mirror looked like a glass stained with rain, where you can see out, but all shapes are blurred so you can only quite make out what it was if you focused hard enough. The upper part of the window was clear and unstained.
I could see bikers, walkers, and cars whizzing by. The sun was slowly setting, and its rays fell upon John's apartment. It warmed the place up. We all chatted the evening away.
"Here, Anne, can you hold this?"
"Sure, I'll just put it on the table here."
"Oh." I accidentally knocked the candle over a bit as I took it from ____'s hand to put it on the table. It tilted from hitting the side of the couch, and candle wax dripped onto the couch's arm.
"Oh my god." The wax dropped. The flames followed. I patted it down. The flames came up. I patted it down. But now, It took other routes. The fire burned inside the couch.
"Oh no." I couldn't reach the flames anymore. I could not pat it as much as I tried. It was engulfing the entire couch from the inside. I knew that I couldn't save it. Those around me were now swarming to see what's happening, and trying to put it out. In a matter of seconds, we had to evacuate because the smoke was suffocating.
I thought about John and all his belongings. All his things. He would never have them again, and I would never be seen the same by him. I looked at him, and he didn't once look back. We stood outside as the flames ate up the place. Whether it was saved or not, I could not bring back something charred.
I wanted to reach him, and apologize. I walked up to him, but the others were surrounding him, giving their hugs and wishes.
And just like that, sometimes a love that could have been, is not. A love that burned so deep and so bright only destroyed the beholder because it couldn't be let out. And when let out, is in the wrong place and time.
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