Night Time Lover

She snuggles her head into the pillows and pulls the covers up tight around her shoulders hoping they will feel as if she’s being held by her lover.

For weeks now he has come to her in her dreams and even the bad dreams are better than life awake with the lonely ache that fills every moment.

They meet in the darkness and her heart comes alive with the joy of seeing him after all of these years. The same feelings are present, just as clear and as strong as they were over twenty odd years ago.

Even in slumber she is helpless to keep him with her though and often he is with another. Still, just being close to him is enough to satisfy. What is this that she longs for? Why does his memory stay so clear? Is it him, really him, or is it the way she felt at that time, that age?

Was life really so much better back then?

It's tempting, when your life is not going as you planned, when you are at a stand-still or going through trials, to long for times passed, perhaps even old lovers and friends whom have gone missing from our lives. It's very easy to compare the vast dry desert of your current situation to the memories of feeling loved, alive and every aspect of life being as vibrant as the noon day sun. A few fleeting moments of this is fine and I'm sure we've all felt it, but what about when it consumes your thoughts? What about when the desire to recreate your past becomes an obsession?

But what if life really was so much better and there is the slightest chance you can recreate that time, within the limits of how our lives have changed? Would you try? Would you seek out old lovers and friends, trying to rekindle the feelings of many years ago? How much time and energy would you put into it, if you would, and what lengths would you go to in your search for that fleeting happiness?

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