Within this enchainment I dream of the dreamlike days I spent with him.
How long has it been since I last saw his smile?
A decade?
How long has it been since our hands last brushed past each other?
A century?
How long has it been since I waited for our promised hour to come?
As the hands slowly crawled to reach their mark, each minute felt like years while an hour's time felt like a lifetime.
And yet, the hours I spent with him were too short. As we walked the streets together, each night ended in a blink of an eye, as if the merciless gods themselves were envious of us.
Within these chain-bound castle walls, I dream of our dreamlike days and the hypothetical questions I never got to ask.
Bunch of "What ifs" come to mind while I rest here in my eternal slumber, waiting for my next awakening.
Just the random stuff you used to hate.
What ifs about me…
What ifs about you…
And lately, what ifs about us…
Like for example, oh and remember its hypothetical, what if we have met in a different manner?
Like in that movie we saw on our date. Do you remember?
I guess not.
After all, you did say that you didn't like it all that much, but for me it was more magical than anything I had seen before.
Hey, are you listening?
I guess not.
I can still see that goofy smile of yours. The one where you will turn back towards me and grin like an idiot.
Looking back now, I've been staring at your back the whole time, haven't I?
Walking behind you as we patrolled the town was one of my hidden pass times.
And every time you stopped in your tracks to wait for me, I felt both happy and secure knowing that even though we started off on different tracks, we were finally on the same path.
In here, in this endless lifetime of mine, this is my only salvation and damnation.
These memories that feel me with happiness I never knew also fill me with grief that will never pass.
I am here and you are there.
A single letter difference in words and yet the magnitude of its meaning is more miserable than anything else in this god forsaken land.
And so, within this hollow darkness I dream of your dreamlike days, the hypothetical questions you hate to think about, and that promise I have yet to fulfill.