I imagine a perfect relationship. A perfect love. A perfect life.
I imagine being loved, like I was once loved.
I imagine loving, like I once loved.
I imagine how lovely it would feel to be made happy simply by another’s being.
I imagine how beautiful it would feel to rejoice in another’s triumphs.
I imagine how it might feel to be reflected in another’s eyes.
I imagine how wonderful it must be to bring joy to somebody’s life, just by being.
I imagine what he might look like, what he might do, who he might be.
I imagine being part of a couple. I imagine being a girlfriend, a wife.
I imagine being somebody else – somebody happier, stronger, wittier, thinner, more beautiful. Somebody worth loving by a decent man.
I let my imagination run wild, until I am lost in its warmth and comfort. And then the real world knocks on its doors, demanding to be let in.
I reluctantly let my imaginings go. I leave them behind. Until next time.
Image by Ken Douglas from here.