This is the in class writing assignment from September 11, 2007. Maybe it needs a preface…I’ll make things brief. When I opened the door, I saw someone I’d never seen before. Still I knew this person very well. I thought he was a soul mate—something along those lines. We talk to each other often, but only in this room. I would call him “The Stranger” but that sounds creepy. I’ll just refer to him as “Him.” Oh! And thought the box was an engagement ring…well, it was a box that could hold an engagement ring. I had the sense that the box was empty. Still, it represented a promise. A commitment, if you will.
Here goes…
HIM: No, not yet.
ME: Then When
HIM: It’s not time.
ME: Then when.
HIM: I’ve waited for you. Been patient with you. Watched you, loved you, craved you…But now is not the time.
ME: Then when.
HIM: One day, I’ll meet you. Give you all the things your heart desires.
ME: …I’m playing myself waiting for you. You’re a dream.
HIM: I’m real.
ME: Then why is it whenever I get close to you, whenever I finally see your face. Whenever I can smell the scent of you, when I can almost reach out and touch you, you go away. Disappear. Dissipate into some unknown thing—go somewhere where I can’t follow.
HIM: I love you.
ME: Then why won’t you touch me. Hold me. I see you here and only here. In the deepest corners of my dreams. A place where I can barely reach you…you’re leaving.
HIM: I have too.
ME: Why?
HIM: Because. It’s not time.
ME: …then when?
HIM: Soon. Wake up. I’ll see you soon…
Looking back, this jank was kinda sappy. Such is life.
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