The Story – III

The time came when I started believing my dreams. I strangely connected with the boy in my dreams. It was something like I did whatever I want, through him. He was my only medium to carry my thoughts. My thoughts, who wandered randomly now, had a means to reach the destination.

The only fear that I carry with me now, is the absence of that boy in my dreams. Uneasiness surrounds me whenever I start feeling the boy isn’t real. I started living in a state of delight and surprise, for I never believed that things would happen, and for most of the time, I was right.

One day, the boy in the dream asked me whether I really know anything about her. I told him that as a soul mate, I know here very well, I know everything about her. When we love someone above all other, we know everything there is to know about her. These thoughts made him sad, as this was what to be soon, the boy’s fear. The fear of being indifferent with me, within me.

The boy was afraid to talk sometimes, because he always had this perception in mind that she would fly away if something inappropriate happens. This fear stopped him from being the real him, many times. This is something unbelievable, for it is even in my dreams that I am not able to do what I always wanted to do. I try to close my eyes and be in the world I always wanted to be in.

What the boy tried to do- change the perspective O’ my Master, or change yourself.

But sometimes, I just, didn’t care to listen.

The stories are such a beautiful way to express feelings, sometimes even I think what will be the end of this story, finally.

Amen.

Your Socius.

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