My Dreams Are All of You
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Please, I beg you.
"Erm…"
"It was me who broke your mirror, condemning your home into years of bad luck" He almost questioned, guessing at that being the thing I was getting at.
"I know, Tai – the soccer ball laid at the side gave it away a little bit" We laughed, but me a little less, and Tai, a guilty grin - exposing more teeth than usual to outwardly and ironically, I find, express no threat whatsoever.
My sarcasm frustrated me. A quite quiet progressed.
"What's on your mind?" Scientifically, it's known that if another not uses your name in frequency, they probably hold not complete endearing affection for the other; so, I probably shouldn't be surprised if his friends were, in-fact, talking about all myself.
"Nothing"
"Is that 'Izzy' for "Too much, as usual?" He a made a silly face as he finished the question, and I smile openly again, despite my best efforts of digging a moat around my castle – forgotten for a nanosecond, the misty moors.
Tai and I, we have the least intimate relationship that two people, two boys, could have, yet our fingers brushing together as he passes me his soccer ball ignites that fresh, tingling sensation and I have raccoons in my stomach.
Sex with the others would never compare to a simple, innocent touch from him.
"No"
Let me say, firstly, that I noticed him right away, the second we met. I was instantly attracted him, but not like the others – not just a fuck; he was/is beautiful – I truly believe that. And those eyes looked right into mine, seemingly reading my mind and amusing himself with my hopeless love; yes; love, – even then.
"Okay; well, I'll always be here if you ever want to talk" Compromising eyes, then a smile upon seeing my shoulders loosen with cowardice.
Has he been lying, keeping it to himself, shielding me from a crack in the heart – my heart – our hearts?
No, if it's true, it'll be just my heart and my heart on its own.
I do fear losing my sanity to pondering this, but after all, it's justified;
Because, after all,
My dreams are all of him,
And who else could honestly say that?