Oh, The Sweetest Dream

The phantom of the opera. I remember she watched the play too. She must have loved it as I did. Somewhere... I think I must have read it from her blog. I'm a distance from her. Always unable to reach her. I'm a third person. I don't exist in her world. Too far away from me.

Now the song is playing. Wouldn't it be strange if I should find her here, of all places? Yet here is where we must meet.

And I went in. It was like a dream. There she was, the same old girl whom I haven't met for ages. Of course it was only a few years, but I felt an eternity past when I haven't heard the sound of her voice.

If I could hear your voice I don't think I need to see at all...

Oh, how beautiful she is! Just like the first time I saw her. Just like the first time I was captivated by her. Her hair was untied and was let down unto her shoulders. A brown top, and she was sitting like a princess on a chair so unworthy of her. Strangely enough I didn't tremble. I didn't feel excited. But there was a kind of peace which I could not understand. Didn't I always feel anxious in front of her? Today an unexplainable calmness took hold of me.

And then she smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. For some strange reason I smiled too. I think I was happy.

Everything is weird and... unnatural. Things wouldn't happen like this normally. Then the most peculiar thing happened: I spoke. I started the conversation. I didn't know I could do that. It's been a long time since I did that. And I talked with her, and I listened to her. She talked with me, and she listened to my words. I asked her how she had been. We joked, and we laughed together.

It was pure honesty. It was emotional nakedness. Nothing as beautiful as that. Where the opinions of the hypocrites mattered not, where there was no voices but ours, and where there were no one else but the two of us.

I wish it wouldn't end. But I know it is an impossibility.