floating
I had a dream last night that he climbed through my window, it was very very late. He was crying, penitent for all of the sadness that he brought into my world. He professed his undying perennial love for me, and this left me feeling very confused.
At first I wanted to take care of him, to assuage his guilt and remorse, as well as believe him. At the same time there was a voice of a very angry woman in the background, screaming actually. She wanted peace, and was enraged that her sleep had been disrupted, and was not going to tolerate such flagrant disrespect. Then I looked to the boy, in a mans body, that was sitting next to me, and I detached. I saw things so clearly. There was no love here.
I told him that I appreciate his affection, but I would no longer be needing it. I told him that I want a higher love, from one that honors and respects, and whom I can honor and respect.
The tears turned into an ocean, and I was floating in it without a raft. He disappeared, and I was alone, but not scared, only unsure of where I was going in this open fluid expansive space.