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"In this quiet night,
I'm waiting for you,
forgetting the past,
and dreaming of you.

Time passes by,
And memories fade.
But time can't erase,
the love that we made.

...And the stars in the sky,
That I wish upon, will bring you back to my side.
Though you're not here with me,
I dream of the day, we'll meet again...

Hold me close, so deep in your heart.
I will find you, no matter where I have to go
And dream of me, for I will be there.

Follow the stars that lead,
Into the quiet night..."

Lacus Clyne - Quiet Night


I looked around. I was in french class.
In front of me, there was a few pieces of paper, a pen and an eraser I remember buying at Animal World a few days ago. I pushed my short, black hair behind my ears and tried to focus on my paper, but couldn't. I leaned back in my chair and stared out the door. I saw people pass by occasionally. I yawned, as I continued to not do my work and stare into space.
And then there he was. The love of my life that I was forced to leave when I moved. Why was he here? He stayed back in my old city. Was he visiting me? Or maybe JR? I didn't know, until his head slightly turned to my direction as he just walked by the door. In that one second, I felt whole again, like an empty part of me had been filled. His gaze had met mine. He had been walking with the principle. And then he was gone. The hole in my heart came back, and I held my chest in pain. I tried to forget that I saw him, or thought that it might have been an illusion. I looked back down at my work and picked up my pencil.
"Ms. Kegel," The voice of the principle reached out to me, grabbing my attention. The principle, that had been walking with him a few moments ago. I looked up slowly, and he stood there in the doorway, beside the principle. I thought I was about to explode with emotion.
I got out of my seat and walked to the door. It felt like there was a stone stuck in my throat, enabling my to talk. As I got closer, the Principle nodded to me, and then walked away. I saw him smile at me slightly as he took my hand and walked out of the door way with me. I closed the door behind me.
"I don't get it. Why are you here?" I asked, glad that no one else was around. I needed time alone with him.
"I'm sorry." He said as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against mine. At first I was taken by surprise. I thought he didn't like me. He always shunned me from his world, like I was some kind of monster. I closed my eyes and kissed him passionately back. He broke away with a sad face.
"Is something wr--" I didn't have time to finish my sentence. Maybe he already new what I was about to say, or didn't hear me.
"I love you." He said honestly. I could see his cheeks turning that same pink colour it always did when he was shy or embarrassed. Someone walked by, and a soft wind blew our way. His soft, brown hair blew in the breeze.
When I was small, everyone used to tease me about a rumor going around that he liked me, but me and my friends knew that couldn't be true. And now, after what felt like such a long time, here he was, admitting his love for me.
I couldn't help but smile, as tears of joy ran down my cheeks. "I love you too..." I managed to say before embracing him tightly. I closed my eyes and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. The door opened behind us and my French teacher stood in the door way, many other classmates behind her were standing out of there chairs looking at us.
"But..." He said as he broke out of the hug and held my shoulders tightly with his arms. I could feel the tension now. The twist that I felt would ruin everything.
"I'm moving away."

And then I woke up.






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` Chemical Techno
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commentCommented on: Thu Sep 13, 2007 @ 01:13am
No, this isn't a story.
Well, you COULD call it one.
I had this dream about 4 nights in a row now.
I don't know if it's a sign, but I thought I'd post it up.


commentCommented on: Thu Sep 13, 2007 @ 02:09am
That is some trip. (No pun intended)

Dreams are known to be the pathway to our subconscious mind. The things that are on our minds all the time but never known as we focus on our daily lives. I may not know who you are referring to in this dream but I can tell that it's someone you are holding feelings for. I won't go into details here so if you want to know what I think this dream could mean you can MSN me.

As far as it was written I gotta say it was the imagery of both the poem and the dream was so vivid I could see it play in my mind as I read it. The faces however were blank as I did not know them except for yours but still it was unreal just how easy it was to imagine what you dreamt for myself from this.

on an unrelated note... the poem reminds me of something I would have written. In fact I have a poem with a similar structure from a long while back but it's not as poignant as yours is. Just a curiosity I suppose but still something I thought I would share.



J-Machine
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` Chemical Techno
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commentCommented on: Thu Sep 13, 2007 @ 02:41am
Thanks, but I didn't write the poem. It's the song Lacus Clyne sings in the Dubbed version of Gundam Seed. I should probably post the credits. O:


commentCommented on: Fri Sep 14, 2007 @ 01:05am
Its a very pretty and sad dream at the same time.
I like it all the same.
I also agree with J-Machine dreams usually mean something.
But not always in the way they are projected.
Either way I liked how you typed it up to make it real to everyone who reads it.



Raven_Silverclaw
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EverydaySliverLining
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commentCommented on: Tue Oct 09, 2007 @ 09:52pm
I like it. it's very beautiful , but very sad.


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