I had a dream where someone gave me a kiss.
So sweet and gentle. Purely unconditional.
Unartful.
He simply looked at me, and kindly offered me this moment of intimacy to convey a message.
Like a fairy tale prince, he woke me from my state of lethargy to make me understand that there’s still hope.
A kiss meant to heal my heart.
To tell me there’s someone who cares, someone who wants to stand by my side and never let go.
I’m not forgotten, I still mean something. He didn’t want me to forget that.
This morning was the first in so many when I got up with a clear head.
A new perspective. My sadness didn’t go away, but it balanced itself with melancholy.
I don’t expect anything to happen, I don’t expect any more love from anyone in my life.
What I needed was just that glimpse of tenderness, pure and honest, that I desperately yearned for.
That’s what I miss the most in this world where no one cares enough anymore, where everyone only cares about appearances, about how to look human in the eyes of fellow humans.
I’m alone, holding this tenderness in my heart, but having no one to share it with.
I wonder if he wasn’t another part of myself telling me to hold on, telling me to love myself more and more to pursue this life, this lonely path.
I’ll try not to forget this feeling, so that I go on.
But isn’t it sad to hold on to dreams in order to face the next day, the one after and the other one after?
“Our greatest strength lies in the gentleness and tenderness of our heart.” — Rumi
Nathalie Rizk is a graphic designer and copywriter. She blogs at https://nathalierizk.blogspot.com and https://bittersweetscribbles.wordpress.com/