Tear Paths

You and I were outdoors somewhere, unfamiliar, I recall you sitting, but I do not know if I was also. Completely fixated on your face, I did not acknowledge my surroundings at any point. I was quiet, and you were speaking almost softly, I wasn't sure how intentional it was, but the more increasingly intimate our conversation, the closer our faces grew towards each other's. Our eye contact was petrifying, and if it did not hold such levity for me, I would have broken away, initially wanting to very badly. You were talking of a girl that you had feelings for, and it was not merely a personal conversation, but understood that you were describing for me, and only me your emotions and thoughts. It did not feel at all romantic, but rather just absolute, and very close, I could feel my face and see his so clearly. I could feel thoughts, while seeing feelings. Everything was very defined, and vivid. It was like a movie in its timing, or a hyperrealism painting with its beauty and flawlessness, and I was only within that very moment. His emotions then afflicted me strongly, like a wave that had hit me so suddenly, the closeness and intimacy was overwhelmingly so, but I did not want him to watch me cry. I glanced away fleetingly, looking at nothing but a blur of colors for just an instant, and when our eyes met again, I saw large lines of wet tears, flowing down his cheeks. I was taken-aback, in awe, and his face was serene, not sad. As soon as I felt his rawness, and saw it, I felt my own tears begin to stream downward, then fall steadily, only harder. My thoughts then left his face and words for the very first time, my mind wandered briefly to a memory of him and I discussing a scenario much like the one that we were in, now. I believe it was pertaining to the specialness of crying with someone, specifically when due to not being upset, but only the personal nature of a rapport so honest. I was back in the present moment, and very much so, we observed and felt deeply each other crying, and I recall watching the pulse of new tears sliding down the path of tears before it. We persisted to cry, mutually, and without an end in sight. Everything was delicate and radiant, and I received love in its truest form, we thought each other's thoughts, then I woke up.
"To dream that you forget or can't find where you parked your car indicates that you are dissatisfied or unhappy with an aspect of your waking life. You do not know what you really want to do with your life or where you want to go"