One night, after you had grown so tired of me…
You awoke in the middle of a deep sleep, finding through the darkness… the man you had been looking for your entire life sleeping next to you. And you were happy. You felt in love again.
But I would never come to know how you felt that night. And by morning, an epiphany will have blended in with the deadness of the night, the surrealism of your dreams, and the melancholy reflection of the past, so much so, you’ll never know the reality of what you felt.
And yet we’ll blame the darkness. We’ll blame the night. We’ll curse the universe. But we missed it. Because truth in love has a funny way of showing itself.