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Angel of my dreams

Author: Kasper187
ASL Info:    24 m Texas
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Angel of my dreams

Angel of my dreams :a short story
© ©2006 Anthony Paul Garcia/

He opened his eyes, awakening from his deep sleep by the cluttering rain on the tin gutter outside his window. His mind wasn't too clear, but he remembered what the dream was about. he dreamed of her again, whoever she was. He always saw her in his dreams she was like an Angel, she was very beautiful and kind. The dreams were always about him proving his love to her. To make her feel his love. He would spend as much time as possible with her and give her compliments all the time. Oh and he would love to make her laugh and to see her smile. He loved her with all of his heart. In all the dreams he felt a strange reason to prove his love to her and he never understood why. He also could not recognize her face, its like it wasn't there, but he knew it was there and very beautiful.
When he woke up he had a feeling of dawning loneliness. He had a girl in mind, always had a girl in mind only hoping that she would be the one. The one that would lie with him close to his heart, but he is still searching for her. Sadness was in his heart because he never felt so alone before in his life. The rain outside the window helped his tears flow much easier. He thought of how all his hopes and dreams would be full if he only had someone to share them with. He often woke up with tears of sadness falling from his eyes. But this night was different because the dream was not like before. He almost had her, the Angel of his dreams, who held his heart in the palm of her cold hands. He felt she needed him just as much as he needed her, but he also felt that she wouldn't love him the way he wanted because she was cold inside. He begged for her love, but she seemed not to hear his words. Maybe she didn't hear him when he told her he loved her, no because he spoke loud and she must have heard him.
In the dreams he would never know the answers to the uncertainty. He went to the door and decided to go for a walk in the rain. He thought about his life and how sad loneliness is. And then he began to think about the girl in his life that he thought about a lot. She was pretty, she had brown hair to her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes. He thought of her and wondered if she was thinking of him too. Maybe he is hoping too much for her and depending on her to love him. He thought about being let down again. Thinking of her somehow made his tears stop coming, but the raindrops replaced them falling down his face. He love the woman he saw in his dreams, but he didn't want a love like that. He wanted to have someone who would love him back as much as he loved her. Maybe he thinks of love too much. Only because its what is believed to bring the happiness that everyone deserves...

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  i like this story you have a very noticable talent with details as i was reading more of this special piece i was able to imagine the young girl with her blue eyes and brown hair. way to go man!
| Posted on 2006-12-06 00:00:00 | by SavedDragon | [ Reply to This ]
  very nice. good piece that projects the hearts
will and need for love, even though at times it seems like it will take forever to find
Keep it up :)
| Posted on 2006-12-04 00:00:00 | by DesecratedDream | [ Reply to This ]

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