I looked at her sleeping peacefully and admire her beauty, a sudden rush urge me to feel the warmth of her body; to hold her closer to mine....and then I find myself in the middle of the night pulling the rear end of my blanket !. Oh it was such a beautiful dream.
I kept on thinking if dreams come true. In life we dream on, our aims integrated into dreams. My dream was to get a job, get hitched around 25-27 , have kids and settle down. Years passed after sweet sixteen and I do get a job and dreams revolve. This time a more ambitious, and unknown realm, a lead ‘to become a good husband’ was on the cards. Now I face life's own puzzle and a fear; that I might not choose the one I love, kept gnawing me from the inside.
A quote from a friend said, “In life we can chose who to care for; chose the one to be with; but we can never choose the one to fall in love with”. So, the sweetness of my dream lies in the fact that I was with the one that I loved, whoever it was.