Fact-fiction by Mads Langer

I closed my eyes, and let my mind wander.

She was there again, infront of me, her hands clasped infront of her as she stood in a fixed position. The golden strands of her hair were tangled in all directions, and I couldn't help but think of all the things I would do just to get my hands entwined in those locks. I took a step forward, keeping my cool and face trying to remain collected while she stood there, still in the same position, but her smile widened at the idea of my acknowledgement.
I could see and smell her happiness and lust because she had radiating waves of red coming off of her. Under the distant moonlight, she looked marvelous. An angel sent from above only to savour me from reality. It felt like that. Everytime I saw her, all the locks in my brain were unlocked, as warmth envelope me followed by a sense of peace. Her translucent skin was glowing, her cheekbones angled in the most perfect way. I could list all the things I loved about her, except that would be redundant if you saw this beauty with your very own eyes. My eternal love for her couldn't be measured, I wouldn't even think to measure it, because I'd tire myself. It couldn't be put into words, this feeling. It's great.
I took another step forward. Then another, then two more. Next thing I knew was that, we were only inches away. Her hypnotizing scent even stronger than before. My skin was begging for her touch, my hand shook with an electrifying shiver. As if she had read my mind, she cupped my face with her small, soft hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment, hoping for it to last longer. I closed my eyes, hoping that this missing part of me that was already filled when she touched me, remained filled.

But I knew that wasn't how it worked.
She was real, she was my beloved.
She was only in my dreams.