It was only just a dream

You took me out to have dinner with you by the sea at St Kilda. I was 18 and I wore rough old jeans and a casual shirt at a venue filled with peculiar lights and an arousing scent of lavender. You let out your hand and I took the gesture. Violins played in soft serene and it felt like the whole world was non existent at that exact moment. Just the two of us, dancing. I loved every moment spent with you, watching firecrackers burst spontaneously, taking photo's that filled an entire album, even watching your nose scrunch as you would hit high notes from the way you tried to serenade me. The night became calm and it was as if an electric eel had shot through my entire arm as we held hands tightly, running down the shoreline, leaving behind our shoes at the beach. Those precious first kisses lost and our endless conversation concluded as the sun began to light up another Melbourne day, everything in surrounding, beautiful. I sat with you in your arms, hearts beating steadily against one another and everything was perfect. At this time you gave me what a girl needs. Compassion, love, effort, satisfaction, confidence, happiness, honesty, a reason. But all of this is just an unreality that only exists in fairy tales as everything had drowned apace in pitch black. Waking up in cold sweat and numb palms bought me back to reality as I knew it. I'm left..empty and alone looking at the empty space beside me, that space that could have been where you lay, fingers intertwined with mine, snoring diligently.
It's funny how dreams can play with your mind, you can't have it forever, even when you don't want to let go. When will I find my happily ever after I wonder?