IF I COULD WAKE UP DREAMING
Ms. Jillian B. Hart
He will forever be the one that got away. The one that slipped through her fingers. The thing that movies are made about and that words are helpless to describe. The emotion that has to be felt to be known. Felt to be understood - and feeling it, only leaves the soul hungry for more. A love that was so right - it was almost incomprehensible and seemingly was always just within their reach. The awe of it being unnerving, until it became unattainable. She didn’t find someone that she love that much only to let it go. She held onto it. Even all those years that he was gone, all those years her life went on, knowing the love never left her. The memory of it dwelled within the fibers of her being. It became part of who she was and she was never quite the same. It always existed, locked away in her heart like a box with a missing key.
