Under the stars
I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt of us. Hesitant, you steered closer. It felt like even out there, where my imagination was the only limit, we knew we could not be together. Yet, we sought each other: these invisible strings were there too, pulling us towards each other. Your hand found mine and it was just like I remembered. Soft. Fitting. I placed my palm against your cheek, and your beard tingled against my skin. Your thumb found its way to my face, tracing the outline of my lips. We did not kiss. Even in this fantasy, I knew that some barriers could not be crossed. So we stayed there, under the stars, drowning in each other. And then, I woke up, sobbing. No one would have known it was a dream, everything felt real. The only difference was that, in my hallucinations, you cared. A dream is a wish your heart makes.