Dreams are strange. They blur the lines between reality and illusion, weaving emotions so intense that even after waking up, they linger like an echo in the heart. Last night, I had a dream one so vivid, so unsettling, that it refuses to leave my mind.
In my dream, we were together, and everything between us was just as it should be warm, loving, and safe. But then, out of nowhere, my father called. Someone was coming to our house, and I was expected to meet them. Strangely, I didn’t want to go. I hesitated, reluctant to face whatever was waiting for me. But you, with your patient understanding, gently convinced me to go.
When I reached home, my parents insisted that I dress beautifully for the occasion. The idea of standing in front of strangers, dressed up, made me uneasy. I resisted, but my parents, with your help, eventually convinced me. I gave in.
And then, I saw them the new family. They spoke in soft voices, exchanged pleasantries, and before I could fully grasp what was happening, sweets were being distributed. Everyone seemed happy my parents, even you. But something inside me screamed that this wasn’t right. I kept repeating, This cannot happen. This is not okay. Yet, no one seemed to hear me. No one understood my silent protests.
Time passed, and the visits from that family became frequent. My parents were excited. You were there, observing, trying to understand, but even you couldn’t quite grasp the weight of what I felt. And then came the part of the dream I haven’t told you yet he part that left a deep mark on me.
The family wasn’t just any visitors. They were a family who wants me as their son's wife . The ones who had come to take me away, to claim me as someone else’s. And despite all my resistance, despite the screams echoing in my heart, the inevitable happened. The wedding was arranged. And on that fateful night, when I was supposed to become someone else’s, I saw no other way out I ended it. A noose around my neck, a silent rebellion, a final refusal.
I woke up shaken, my heart pounding. It was just a dream. I know that. I know you would never let me be taken away, never stand by while someone else claimed what is ours. But fear has a strange way of gripping the soul, especially when love runs so deep that the thought of losing it becomes unbearable.
Maybe this dream was just a reflection of my fears the fear of losing you, of being forced into a life where you are just a memory. Maybe it was my heart's desperate way of reminding me how much you mean to me.
They say love, when true, comes with both beauty and terror the beauty of togetherness and the terror of losing it. Last night, I felt the terror. But as I write this, I choose to hold on to the beauty. Because I know, in reality, no dream, no fear, no force in this world can take me away from you.