Faded Dreams
Just a little something I wrote while I was bored in Spanish.
She drifted up and down the crowded sidewalk, feeling like a foreigner in her own home town. The dull, gray buildings were the same, just as she had remembered them. But the people, they were so different. Strange faces confused her, and she felt more and more helpless as the day wore on. Slowly she realized that her previous life was but a memory in the recesses of her mind. She would have to start over again, just as she had done so many times before.
She paused; she was outside her old apartment building. Afraid to go in, but too afraid to move on without one last look, she cautiously made her way inside. She remembered every last dusty step on the way up to her apartment, but standing in front of the door, she faltered. She had spent three years in that apartment, all with the same person by her side. Unsure of whether she could stand seeing a complete stranger in their apartment, she paced up and down the halls, trying to pull herself together.
Suddenly the door was pulled open, and she froze mid step. In front of her was the face she had longed to see for the past two years. Neither of them could move, so they stayed frozen in uncomfortable silence. Looking deep into the depths of each other’s eyes, they could see within the other the love that had survived the turmoil of separation. Finally, whatever spell was keeping them apart was broken, and she rushed into the arms of the one that had waited for her all that time. Here, she felt safe, and finally at home.
She drifted up and down the crowded sidewalk, feeling like a foreigner in her own home town. The dull, gray buildings were the same, just as she had remembered them. But the people, they were so different. Strange faces confused her, and she felt more and more helpless as the day wore on. Slowly she realized that her previous life was but a memory in the recesses of her mind. She would have to start over again, just as she had done so many times before.
She paused; she was outside her old apartment building. Afraid to go in, but too afraid to move on without one last look, she cautiously made her way inside. She remembered every last dusty step on the way up to her apartment, but standing in front of the door, she faltered. She had spent three years in that apartment, all with the same person by her side. Unsure of whether she could stand seeing a complete stranger in their apartment, she paced up and down the halls, trying to pull herself together.
Suddenly the door was pulled open, and she froze mid step. In front of her was the face she had longed to see for the past two years. Neither of them could move, so they stayed frozen in uncomfortable silence. Looking deep into the depths of each other’s eyes, they could see within the other the love that had survived the turmoil of separation. Finally, whatever spell was keeping them apart was broken, and she rushed into the arms of the one that had waited for her all that time. Here, she felt safe, and finally at home.