A Loving Dream

I had an earlier boyfriend who had also always kept me at emotional distance.

We would share intimacy and deep discussions, but he had been hurt by someone he had loved before me, so expressed his pain by barring me.

He hungered for the affection that I was giving him, but felt conflicted by receiving it.

In later rare dreaming of him, I would always be remimded of the unwarranted sting of rejection, as if my giving love to him was a sin.

But last night, he and I were in a room with another person, and for some reason, we were all brushing our hair.

He used to have this amazing golden-sheened, straight blond hair cut to shoulder length which naturally flipped like a bob with delicate ends curling under.

As we tended our untanglings, I looked over at him – and he gave me a secret look letting me know he remembered our time together.

I felt included at last and welcomed the releass of invitation as I watched him brush those haloed strands cascading against his chin, neck, and shoulders in the weight of their fall.

It was wonderful to be loved by his acceptance and to share this memory with someone who had once felt close to kindred with my soul.