Dream Girl

The first time I heard “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden, I was in a barn and we were dancing. It was our first slow dance. I can’t remember if there were others there because it felt like it was just the two of us. The song, though somewhat cheesy, seemed to reflect all my feelings. When we were kids I never had thoughts like that but I guess everything had changed since the incident. I needed this. I needed him. In a way we were just the same as we had always been and I knew that some parts of us would never change. I guess it’s like the rides at six flags. They change, they get bigger and better, they get makeovers or new names, but you can always expect to see at least a few that are the same. Those special rides that no matter how many times they paint, they’re still just the same old fun rides you expect them to be.
He had been my best friend since… well I’m not exactly sure how long. I suppose the incident somehow skewed my sense of time, but all that matters concerning time is that we will always be together. He is tall with dark brown hair and lots of freckles and he has a way of tilting his chin up when he laughs that makes me laugh too. His name? Well I seem to have forgotten that. What is my name for that matter? Who really defines a person by a name anyway? A name is given at birth and means nothing of the inward character. A child is awarded a name before it can even learn to speak! A name in that sense is not truly earned and therefore is meaningless. If you must have an answer his name is Love, for he is the embodiment of it. Love, Comfort, Friendship, Loyalty, Strength, Humility…take your pick for he is all of these. Among his people he is overlooked. It so saddens me that I’ve devoted my existence to him for I am the only one of my kind. That I know of.
I wasn’t always so wispy and feathery. He tells me I once walked among them, but no matter, I prefer it this way. For I have his full attention and always will. When we dance, we dance with our hearts. When we sing, we sing with our souls. When we dream, we dream of the stars. Though I’ve not much use for their foods, and drinks, and homes, and schools, and workplaces, and all the things that they base their lives around, I love their music. That song resonated deep within me, reminding me, showing me glimpses of what I lost. Sometimes I miss those memories. Sometimes I sit and think about things like the rides at six flags that I never rode, the ice cream from Dairy Queen that I never tasted, and those sappy slushy movies I never watched. Then I think of his heart beating in my ear, his cool breathe tickling my neck, and his soft steady hands cradling my face.