Fantasia (Part 2)
VISION
He had a vision. One fine day, unless God forbids, he could be together again with the love of his life. Distance separated them oceans and nations apart. His wish was partially granted. They met again recently for a vacation. Somewhere along the Andaman Sea, said he.
Romance blossomed for a full week. Butterflies were flying in the sweet scent of the cilantro and lemongrass-laden air. And then once more, they were abruptly separated.
DELUSION
We agreed to go out that night with some other friends. Went dinner. Then the party continued. After the second cocktail and his fifth bottle of beer, I noticed changes in him. He began to look… somewhat delusional.
Instantly I knew, he was thinking of another person. In another far faraway land. I felt like I am morphing slowly in his mind with every sip from his bottle. I began to be perceived as if I was another person. In his delusion, I became the personification of the love of his life, the grounded physical and tangible being.
We danced the night away.
Sweet things started to flow in soft whispers to my ears.
Of course I knew I was mistaken.
His tongue traveled in another language.
The caresses, the dirty dancing, the pecks, the bites, the terms of endearments, were not meant for me.
Someone was delusional.
And it wasn’t me.
Or was I?
He had a vision. One fine day, unless God forbids, he could be together again with the love of his life. Distance separated them oceans and nations apart. His wish was partially granted. They met again recently for a vacation. Somewhere along the Andaman Sea, said he.
Romance blossomed for a full week. Butterflies were flying in the sweet scent of the cilantro and lemongrass-laden air. And then once more, they were abruptly separated.
DELUSION
We agreed to go out that night with some other friends. Went dinner. Then the party continued. After the second cocktail and his fifth bottle of beer, I noticed changes in him. He began to look… somewhat delusional.
Instantly I knew, he was thinking of another person. In another far faraway land. I felt like I am morphing slowly in his mind with every sip from his bottle. I began to be perceived as if I was another person. In his delusion, I became the personification of the love of his life, the grounded physical and tangible being.
We danced the night away.
Sweet things started to flow in soft whispers to my ears.
Of course I knew I was mistaken.
His tongue traveled in another language.
The caresses, the dirty dancing, the pecks, the bites, the terms of endearments, were not meant for me.
Someone was delusional.
And it wasn’t me.
Or was I?
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