Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day was a dream.  I had a real dream about my first boyfriend who died in 1982.  I've never ever dreamed about him before. I haven't thought about him at all since I wrote about him months ago, after I tracked down his sister and chatted with her to find out why he died so young. 

So I found it mysterious and wonderful that he appeared on Valentine's Day.

The most striking thing about his appearance was that he looked exactly like he did when I first met him on the beach when I was only 14 and he was 18. There he was in person, in color, and as clear as if he were standing in front of me right now. I have always regretted that I didn't have a picture of him to look at all these years. So the details of his face had faded somewhat.  But in my dream he was as vivid as yesterday. And his features all came back to me.

His eyes were bright blue, his hair was blond and curly. And his smile was as big and compelling as ever.  All things I had almost completely forgotten. But I can now remember them, because he was so real.  

The best part was when he asked me to dance.  And we danced the dream away.  Around and around. I never took my eyes off him. At one point I suddenly realized we were dancing high in the air, floating in the clouds. 

So I had a wonderful Valentine's Day.  Some very special people remembered me.

And so did someone I thought I forgot.






11 comments:

screaminremo303 said...

Unfortunate are those who fail to consider the possibilities.

robbush6 said...

They say dreams are unfinished business in your psyche. Glad you got the last dance with blue eyes.

judithheartsong said...

that is truly lovely................ judi

annkiesler said...

Did he speak to you Mrs L?  If he did, do his words have any special meaning?  Of course, even if he said no words, the dance speaks for itself.  What a lovely dream.

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jevanslink said...

He did say something, but I decided not to share what he said.  Mrs. L

thisismary said...

I have tears in my eyes!  A glimpse of a fading but much loved face, a touch, a dance, all appearing in a Valentine's dream.  Joy.
Thank you for telling us about it!

quroboros said...

Quite a touching story and you've written it so well.  I have to wonder if there's a reason behind such dreams.  Being so vivid & clearer than conscious memory, maybe it was his way of reaching out to you?  ¤Holly

cneinhorn said...

Mrs L has a soft side...wonderful story...::sniff sniff::

belfastcowboy75 said...

A wonderful dream, but to the father of a daughter, that 18-to-14 age discrepency is disturbing.

jevanslink said...

Okay okay.  He only talked to me and drove me home occasionally the summer I met him on the beach. He told my friends at the end of the summer that he was going to marry me when I grew up.   Meanwhile we corresponded whlile he waited for me to get old enough. Our frist DATE was my high school graduation dance.  He eventually did ask me to marry him.  To make a long story short, I didn't.  There.  Feel better?  Mrs. L

shewolfdancing said...

Wow what a beautiful V-Day... glad you were able to see him again.  First love has a way of always comming back for a visit.  :)

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