Angel of Dreams
Okay… someone’s e-mailed me wondering who Pet is. I’ll tell you guys so no more e-mails of him come through or no one chats to me about him.
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He’s a special guy. We met in UK the second year I was there. He worked in one of the Starbucks branches in Queensway. We met occasionally but we don’t meet up with each others’ friends or family members. We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, we weren’t lovers, we weren’t anything like that.
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I love him. Yes. He loves me. Yes. Other than that, we’d never marry or ever think of having a relationship that would bind us in any way LIKE THAT.
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Yes, we met in Brunei last year. He came over to visit for three months. That’s why I love going to Coffee Bean. He’s the one who gave me Ice Blended Mochas and that is the only coffee I will drink in any cafe.
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Now please. Let him rest easy.
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I’ve closed my eyes.
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I had waited for the Darkness Lady. She came that night with tears that dampened the grass and earth. I wanted to see her in her twinkling dress, just to silently watch her from this distance but I couldn’t even see her white glowing face.
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Wrapping myself from this different cold I closed my eyes. But instead of a dream I wished to see, I saw a dream I wished was real. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he pulled my head close to his warm beating heart, I breathed in.
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The smell of his skin was as fresh as milk and honey. His chin dug sharply into the top of my head but I didn’t care. He was there. He was here.
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He lifted my chin with an elegant thumb and forefinger. I looked at his face. Why was his expression so sad? His lips moved and I cried.
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How could I hear his voice? All I heard were whispering winds and the downpour of rain. But I did. I heard him. He said to me, in his low gentle voice,
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Close your eyes…
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And so I did.
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I fell into a dark abyss. My heart pounded and my eyes snap open. I looked around and found the darkness comforting. I smiled. He always loved the dark and now I know why I waited for the Darkness Lady.
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Because he was there waiting for her too.
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In Loving Memory of PET; 21 February 1985 - 19 February 2007
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I dreamt of Pet last night. This will be the last journal entry I will ever speak of him.
