I walked into the store and looked around at the numerous aisles; wondering which one I should start with first. It was Christmas time, the time to buy presents for your family, which was of course what I was doing. I shrugged my shoulders and walked forward, seeing craft things ahead I figured it would be a good as any place to start.
Walking down the aisle I looked at all the papers, sighing sadly at the prices before continuing my search. It wasn’t long before I’d found the aisle I needed and I quickly turned the corner. Not having watched where I was going, it was just my luck that another person was coming from the other direction, and before I could react I’d slammed face first into some guy’s chest. He laughed lightly and I pulled back quickly; blushing madly.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, looking at my feet. The man laughed again, not mocking laughter, but the sort of laughter that made you smile, no matter what.
“No, I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized warmly. I meekly looked up and the world sort of paused for a moment. In front of me was the one. Okay, well maybe not so creepily, but when someone tells you to imagine the perfect guy, his face was the one I had always imagined.
We stood for at least a minute, just staring. If it had been anyone else it would have been awkward. I’d have blushed deep red, excused myself and run off. But something about him intrigued me, drew me closer, not physically, but mentally. Finally the stare was broken as his smile widened.
“You’re… beautiful.” He whispered softly. My little trance broke and I shook my head and looked at the ground again.
“No I’m not.” I whispered under my breath. He raised an eyebrow as he lifted my head with his finger.
“Who told you that?” He asked, eyebrow still raised. I looked away and sighed.
“No one.” I answered glumly. He folded his arm as if having won a battle.
“There you go. So how do you know you’re not pretty?” He asked once more.
“Well, no one’s ever said I was before.” I whispered sadly. He smirked once more.
“But I just did.” He said smiling. I looked up and rolled my eyes.
“Okay, you win.” I said, starting to get a little worried about talking to a stranger. “I’d better be going.” I said walking past him. I didn’t really want to go, I’d have loved to talk to him forever, but, I’d always been wary of people. I’d always told myself they could never be trusted, and no matter how much my heart said it trusted him, my reasoning would always over power it. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Wait.” It was the boy again, his voice soft with hurt. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He murmured. “I… just, really like you. Well, I think.” He said squinting in confusion. I smiled lightly and looked at the ground. He truly was special, because no matter how many times I looked at him, I didn’t feel out of place, or frightened, or awkward. Whenever strangers talked to me, I’d always have a flighty feeling, like I should be running away. But with him, I felt the opposite.
“We should catch up sometime.” I said, not really knowing what I was saying. His eyes lit up and he smiled.
“Yeah.” He agreed, then suddenly scrabbled around in his pockets; pulling out a notepad and a pencil stub. “Uh… here’s my email.” He said handing over a scribble of writing. “You have facebook right?” He asked nervously. I smiled and nodded.
“Yeah.” I said happily. “I’ll uh… see you on facebook then.” I said laughing. He smiled.
“It’s a date.” He replied. “Well, not much of a date, but well… you get the point.”
I nodded happily. I finally felt like I’d met someone who would understand me, and who I too, could understand in return. He glanced at his watch and smiled grimly.
“Don’t lose that.” He said pointing to the piece of paper in my hand. I smiled and placed it into my wallet.
“Of course not.”
“I have to go.” He said reluctantly, “I guess I’ll see you later.” He said waving one last time. I nodded and stared after him, knowing we would meet again soon.
This dream came about because I was just planning out my day in my head, and it ended up being a bit too elaborate. Well, I can say that in real life I went to the shops, couldn’t find what I wanted, didn’t meet any awesome people and came back with barely half of what I went to get. But that’s pretty normal.
What does it mean? It means I dream far too much about things I’m never going to get, but who doesn’t dream of their Prince Charming? *sighs dreamily* Anywho, meeting that ‘special someone’ is a recurring daydream which comes up when I feel particularly lonely or whatever. As time goes by you may just see a couple more.
BTW, you may notice it’s been a while since my last post. I’m afraid uni has been getting in the way of my creativity, so I imagine there will be many more blocks of no daydreaming due to the fact that my brain is being crammed with so much information!!
