A dream

the funny thing about dreams is that you can hold onto them hoping one day they’ll become real but somewhere deep inside i felt like i had already lived through this one.

It was almost midnight up in the hills and we had found an old skatepark (if you could call that a park) it only had a couple of ramps in it but from there, we could watch the city that never sleeps slowly becoming a little serene. She was looking at me with her big brown eyes laughing at some joke I had told her a few seconds before. In that moment it was like the whole world stopped and I, once again, was realising how lucky my terrenal body was to exist at the same time as hers. Ever since I met her we both knew we already had, somehow, felt and loved each other. Maybe in a past life, we thought.

I snapped right out of my existentialism when she grabbed my arm with those soft recently-tattooed hands and asked for my jumper. I acted like it annoyed me but she knew I loved it so I took it off. Then, as I sat down on the edge of one of the ramps I was looking at her wearing the pair of original vans she had painted face silhouettes over, because everything that belonged to her had her own art embodied in it. Throughout the years she had tattooed all over my body, I couldn’t not let her, I was a fan of it. What she didn’t know was that before all her tattoos were impregnated on my body, her, her love and her art were already impregnated on my heart without her even having to try.

She was wearing different colour socks as was I, it was our thing before we even knew it was our thing, we both wore different colour socks on our first date and the rest is history. She had those blue ripped jeans that would give off skater vibes even before we learnt how to skate, but I loved the confidence in which she wore them, it was like she could conquer the whole world if she wanted to at any moment. She was wearing a small white top that had little yellow flowers which she had sewed on, it gave off summer night vibes. As she was putting on my jumper I had a little glance at the tattoos all over her arms and stomach, oh god, I forgot how to breath for a second. But then I saw those star-alike freckles resting around her pierced nose and her meaty lips coming out of the other side of the hoodie and I could not believe how someone could look so restful and full of love.

She sat down on my lap and hugged me, putting her arms and legs around me. We stayed there for what could’ve been hours simply feeling each other’s heartbeat and kissing every once in a while. She was my favourite place in the world, her voice and her breathing both my favourite sounds and her lips my favourite poem that I could read over and over again.