It's funny that I dreamt what I dreamt in the previous entry.
When Chace and I had a moment...
"A melancholic feeling suddenly crept inside me as I watched him there, seized by the memory of the deep affection I once harboured for the man a long time ago.. We stared at each other. The longing gaze in his warm brown eyes seemed to return the sentiment.”
The last time we spoke was in August, where we fondly walked down memory lane and revisited conversations that defined our connection, the games played that strengthened our bond, and the premature sentiments that excited our young hearts.
Before that, our communication had ceased for a protracted hiatus, just how it is like with most of my close friends. So when he messaged me again four months ago, we chatted from dusk till dawn, just like the good old days when we first met.
We had a splendid time. I discovered things about him I didn't know before. I never thought he was a reader, and it was to my astonishment and utter excitement that I discovered we have the same taste in literature. Like I did, he also enjoyed Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archive. And it was to my great delight that his favourite epic fantasy novel, among others he recommended to me, has long been jotted down in the list of my library.
We also played chess for the first time. Having been playing the game far longer than I did proved him to be a formidable adversary, but my sharpened skills and his own carelessness conspired to secure my victory.
It was a fun reunion. It was also then I realised we had so much more in common than I originally believed. This realisation, amusing to my reverie, temporarily indulged my mind a glimpse of another life, where the pictures shown are of two star-crossed lovers, impossible in this world, ending up together in another universe.
Four months later, a few days ago, he reappeared in my inbox to wish me a merry Christmas.
It was the conversation that followed that made me think of the dream I recently recorded..
“I closed the gap between us by running my hand over his across the metal pipe, caressing it gently, until I was holding it completely in between my palms, as if to console him.”
But how curious is it that I had that dream? That I specifically wished to console him?
Because yesterday, 28th of December, he reappeared into my life to say he wanted to give me something. Something that would've made me blush, left my mouth open, roll back and forth on my bed like a lunatic, and giggle for an entire year had it been the year 2020 or 2021, back when I was crazy about him.
Or even the beginning of 2022, almost two years ago, when his heartache for another girl made my own heart suffer.
From my recollection, and upon a scroll through my entries here, on January 16th (2022), I even had this passage written:
"My love for him is like a quiet and placid lake. Peaceful, calm, tranquil... I know not the depth of its coverage, but I only feel it when disturbed by a throw of a pebble."
Oh, but he did not just throw a pebble this time now, did he? No..
If anything, this object he was offering seemed to be the biggest rock that should stir and completely disrupt the quiescence of the metaphorical lake of my affection for him.
For after all, I thought of him my soulmate.
For after all, he was my almost lover.
And most after all, this object that he offered ..
Is intended to be worn around my ring finger.