I'm walking through a forest looking for someone. I don't know how ,but I know that when I reach the end of this forest, I will be one step closer to finding someone. Someone that's good at making me laugh. Someone that knows how to make me feel safe. Someone that's always there to catch me when I fall. Someone that knows how to read me like an open book. Someone that's an expert at making me furious at them, but quick in forgiving them. Someone that completes the other half of me. Someone that... loves me.
This someone I'm looking for loves me and, somehow, I love them. I'm curious to know how I know this. When I try thinking of someone who fits the description, my mind comes up a blank. How can I love this person and not know what they look like? Or not know how I came to know them? Or even, know who they are? My mind is so filled with these questions that I don't have the space to think of where to walk next or what direction to take. My brain is not what's directing me through this forest now, my heart is.
My heart is taking me to the end of this forest and closer to the one I love. My someone. While it seems that my mind doesn't know who my someone is, my heart knows them very well. It knows what their genuine smile looks like when they see me walking their way. It knows how their hearty laugh sounds when they witness another act of my clumsiness. It knows when I look in their eyes, I get lost for what seems like days. It knows that the softness of their hair is why I love running my fingers through it all the time. It knows that my small, smooth hands and their big, calloused hands fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It also knows that their lips leave a warmth, that spreads throughout my body, wherever they touch. My heart knows all this about the someone I'm looking for and won't give any of this information to my brain.
If my heart and brain would work together, we could figure out my mysterious someone. But my heart is keeping all this information a secret from my mind; And when my brain gets too close to getting the information locked away, my heart tricks it. It says not to worry about something so small when there are bigger things to think about. My brain then agrees and forgets about the secret for a while. A heart is a very tricky thing to try and figure out. While my heart and brain are having a tug-of-war with information, I see a bright light coming close to me.
I squint my eyes to see better and notice that the light is not coming closer to me, but I am nearing the end of the dim forest. Pushing through a few more branches and crunching smaller piles of leaves under my feet, I finally reach the end of the forest. As I step out, the first thing I notice is how bright and blue the sky is. The next thing to come to my attention is the ground. The ground is a luscious meadow of wildflowers and dandelions with soft, green grass to walk on. I look closely at the grass and notice two pale things standing in it. I reach for them and notice two more pale things in my sight. I then blink a few times and my view becomes clear; I'm looking at my bare hands and feet. I giggle at myself as I then look at the rest of me; I'm wearing what seems to be a long ,white, flowy dress that reaches my ankles and silky, loose sleeves that reach my elbow. I reach up and touch my head and pull my shoulder length hair to see the color:blonde. I then look back up to the area I have come into. It is a clearing with one big, beautiful tree in the middle. A cherry blossom tree. My favorite tree my heart tells me. It also tells me to run as fast as I can to this tree, for someone is waiting at the tree for me. My someone.
Filled with so much joy and happiness at seeing my someone, I sprint as fast as I can to the tree. With only the tree in my sight, everything else becomes a blur as I race forward. Faster, faster, faster... There's no telling how long my someone has waited for me to arrive. I will finally get to see their face and feel their warmth after so long. Nearer, nearer, nearer... Almost there. I can see cherry blossom petals falling in front of me as I get closer to the tree. Closer, closer, closer... Touch. I finally touch the tree, the meeting place of my someone and myself. Panting, trying to catch my breath while leaning on the tree for support, I can't help but think one thing: I finally made it.
With my hand still resting on the base of the tree, I walk slowly around it. A red and white checkered blanket then appear in my view, along with a brown basket and containers of food. Still slowly walking, I then notice two plates, with forks and spoons in the center of them, sitting next to each other on the blanket and a clear, glass vase with one, single rose in it. I stand there in awe taking in the scene of the picnic laid out in the shade near the base of the cherry blossom tree. As I kneel on to the blanket, next to one of the plates on the right side, one word escapes my lips,"...Beautiful...".
While still taking in the scene, I almost fail to notice a plate hovering near my view on the left. I look to the left and notice it was a plate of fish with a hand on each side. Smiling at the generous gesture of the person who offered fish, my breath catches in my throat and my eyes go wide. My heart tells me that those hands belong to someone. My someone. The one someone who I was so eager and happy to meet. The one someone who knows me as well as I do them. The one someone who loves me unconditionally. My heart is telling me that that one someone who it lead me to, is now sitting to the left of me holding a plate of fish in front of my face. I can't believe that I'm here as well as my someone. Is my heart finally going to give my mind some peace and let me get a glimpse of my special, mysterious someone? Is my heart going to give up this game with my mind once and for all?
Sweating profusely from nervousness, I close my eyes tight and swallow that lump in my throat. Encouraging myself with little phrases of,"You can do this. You can do this. Just open your eyes and look at their face. Not so hard.", and ,"Come on, Stupid! You've waited a long time to do this! Don't close your eyes and chicken out now! Do it!" in my mind, my heart then tells me that my someone is about to call my name to get my attention. My mind stops working. Tricky heart. My someone is going to call My name. I can't wait to hear my name roll off their tongue and finally hear their voice. I open my eyes halfway, noticing the plate of fish is still in my face, and slowly start to look up towards their face. Here it comes, my heart tells me, someone is fixing to say it. My name out of their mouth. My name, Lucy. My eyes reach their collarbone when I notice their chest rise to take a breath to speak. Gulping one last time, I finally reach their chin and part of their bottom lip. Their lip moves, pulling it from my view, and forms the starting sound of my name, 'Loo'. I start to hear their voice, my someone's voice, come out of their mouth speaking my name. "L-EEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!", I scream as I sit up and snap my eyes open. I whip my head towards the direction of the loud, horrible sound. My alarm clock. My beeping alarm clock that read 8:20 a.m.. Glaring at the evil little contraption on my nightstand, I yank it up and throw it as hard as I can at the wall, shattering it to pieces. Laying back down in my bed with a thud and a loud groan, I stare up at my morning lit room's ceiling. "I was finally gonna hear his voice!", I whine. I then glare at my ceiling, "It wouldn't be THAT big of a deal if I hadn't been having that same stupid dream everyday this week! Then that stupid alarm clock just had to ruin it... AGAIN!", I yell. Turning over on my side and looking at the wall underneath my window, I sigh and whine once more,"That was the closest I had ever gotten in ANY of my dreams".
Taking in a deep breath and letting out an exasperated sigh, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and throw the covers off me to get out of bed. I set my bare feet on the warm floor in my bedroom and head towards my bathroom to get a shower before eating breakfast. I pass the spot on the floor where what used to be my alarm clock is, "Serves it right. Disturbing a girl's dreams. Ugh! Now I gotta get another clock". Grabbing a towel and some clothes on the way, I close and LOCK the bathroom door (so a certain pink haired friend and a blue talking cat won't barge in on me...again). I turn the hot and cold knobs in my shower and wait for the water to get just right before stepping in. I undress myself and finally step into the shower to wash away another stressful night.
Author's Note: Hello! I would love it if you would please tell me what you thought of this and IF YOU think I should continue with it.
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- DragonFairy93