“Was It Real?”

Several years have passed and I still wonder if what we had was real. From time to time, I recall those precious moments, when we both became one, and how it made me feel.

Did I do enough to conquer your heart? Did I do too much? Perhaps you were simply allergic to my soft and humble touch. One thing I know, whatever we had, no longer exists. Now, in my dreams, on occasion, I find myself desiring your sometimes cold but sinfully delicious kiss.

Many things brought us joy. Although we are no longer there, those things remain for another couple to enjoy. Was it real? Did I imagine your beauty and your existence because of the love I wanted to feel?

Was it real? Like me, from this invisible but luminous pain, did you require many years to heal? Perhaps you healed quickly and found yourself working your magic, looking for another heart to steal.

Where do stolen hearts go? Is there a pawn shop for those? Perhaps a healing zone once they are not able to produce a love dose? I still need to heal. The desire to love and to be loved is something I long to once again feel.

Was it real?