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My Serendipity

By Jasmine RodriguezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Seeing him shocked me

Seeing him in casual street wear instead of 1920s clothes is what surprised me.

I was tripping out since I only see him in my dreams, or at least I would like to think they're dreams.

I lost all sense of reality

I look around to see If I'm still at the cafe, yeah nothing seems out of place.

I feel him staring, I guess he felt that i was looking but I was scared to look up. Why ? Well honestly I don't know but i was just a mixed of all sorts of emotions.

But the most prominent emotion was loneliness, it wasn't from me

I looked up and saw him

That lonely feeling got stronger, so it's him.

He just smiled and Sat down, while he sat down I moved in my seat feeling uncomfortable not knowing what to say or if I should even initiate a conversation.

Like I haven't had enough surprises today.

He took my hand and that made me rapidly move my head up to look at him. He just stares longingly at me while caressing my hands.

He stopped and all he said was "I've missed you for many years, years I wished I spent with you but it's fine. Why? You may not know it yet but we'll soon meet and it will feel like the most joyous reunion, a reunion of soulmates".

He stands up moves to my side signals me to stand up. I slowly stand and he brings me to a hug, it felt comforting, warm and safe. It felt like forever and once we were slowly letting go I felt empty.

We both face each other

He moved and gave me a feather like kiss on my forehead I closed my eyes and smiled unknowingly, savoring the moment.

I opened my eyes and sat up from my bed. It took me a moment to come to my senses and once i did i sat there feeling sad knowing it was a dream again. I just sat there holding my hand to my forehead remembering the dream

Smiling from ear to ear and whispering to myself

"I'll wait for you"

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About the Creator

Jasmine Rodriguez

25 yrs old // Creative Writer// //Freelancer//photographer// night person//dancer// movie lover // hopeless romantic

“Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.”

-J.S Park

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