It was one of those rare dreams that strikes you so strongly you wake up and can’t shake it off of you.
I arrived midday after a bit of traffic. I had photographed a baby that morning so the day was already long.
I hadn’t even stepped past the car yet and we were sitting on the bumper deep in conversation about the topic of relationships and our pasts. We felt the sun move on our skin and grabbed the bikes, towels and headed to the beach.
Margarita happy hour, a bike ride back to the house to trade in the for the vespa. We chased the sunset up the coastline and climbed over a fence to grab a better view of the waves on the cliffs. A giggly snuggly ride home again followed by making dinner and a fire.
We went out for cocktails and dessert. I just met this person and i feel as if i’ve known them.. Since forever.
We sipped cups of coffee out of ceramic mugs in the early morning air watching the surfers taste the sea.
“I’ll see you in Paris” he said. But we’ve not spoken of details of what/when/how…
Was I kind? Was i giving? Was i honest? Was i myself? The questions that swirl my head over the next few days.
In my dream i had met someone who was the other half of my soul; free, alive, breathing, strong, caring and funny. And then i met someone who was financially secure, grounded, wanting to take care of me home-house-children, but did not share my heart. I had to choose one.
