Immortal Love

As I walk to the door down this dark hallway I begin to feel lighter and lighter. Once there in front, I hesitate to grab the door knob. Why? Thinking if its lock or open? What am I going to find on the other side? Once open I can see a green field and a beautiful pink tree next to a small river. It feels so familiar, so nostalgic. While approaching it the wind swirls around with pink petals alongside my whole body. My body moving on its on I close my eyes and begin to dance around with the wind. Then I hear an unknown voice echoing, yet familiar to my heart. As I turned around, I can only catch a glimpse of his face before waking up.


How many times has it been that I'm dreaming about him. I have been dreaming him ever since I woken up from that accident. I feel like he has an immense part of my life. Am I remembering my life? Is he a part of it? Then again how can I think that all those dreams I had are from my life. I do not think I have wings and powers. OR do I? What am I thinking, parts of those dreams were a bit wicked I don't think I were like that. But then again something huge must of had happened for to turn like that. Someone must of had betrayed me so atrocious or hurt the one I love. Either way I hope I don't run into him. What am I thinking again! Seems like this might be a side effect from being in a coma for seven months and waking up with amnesia.


It has being two months and I feel like nothing happened. All the doctors are very impressed with my recovery and health besides not being able to remember still. Sometimes all I look forward is to go to sleep and dream. Those dreams of a strong love that no body and time can not break. A love that's immortal. A love that is fated to be and not to be at the same time all if I had just said the right thing. Its not like I can't explained it, its just complicated. Little by little I'm starting to see his face more clearly with each and every dream. What can I say, I sometimes feel insane but so does he. If we ever cross paths, this time I will say the right thing and wont lose him again. This time, I will go to you. I just hope this memories of mine come as quick as possible and not as a blur imagine. For now I will live as I'm told until the time comes my beloved.


As soon as I wake up to late at night I am always with someone. I'm never alone sometimes I wonder why. What I know so far is that both of my parents died when I was young. What a sad begging right? Well it could be but there's more to that, that is what I feel. In some of my dreams I have seen three people that have sacrifice themselves, their life, their happiness, their everything. Maybe my parents did the same for some unknown reason. Maybe nobody knows the whole story and all they can do is come up with their own story of what they know. Most of the time I feel like I'm returning to my old self and not the one they used to know. Sometimes I'm terrified of the truth, or finding out those long lost memories that were way deep down buried for centuries. Like I said before something big must of had happened to me that now I am starting to remember.