I reached the campus in the blink of an eye. Two hours of commuting suddenly felt like five minutes. It was only that dream that was on my mind, every second of it, I remember it all. Out of nowhere, I wondered, why did everything feel so real? As if I knew what wrapping my arms around her waist was like, why was I holding a bouquet of tulips as if I was on a date? And why did that promise feel like it was locked within my heart that I can't ever break? These questions, unanswered questions that keeps haunting my head that I couldn't even focus on todays' lecture.
The clock suddenly froze as my phone buzzed, and my heart skipped a beat. Something about that vibration felt different. I was anticipating a message from someone, not just from anyone, but a message from her. I was right, she sent a 'goodmorning' message. My vision blurred as my fingers felt numb. I don't understand why I felt so nervous all of the sudden. I mean, it was just Ria right?...right? For the first time, I hesitated to open our chat. Usually, I would open her messages instantly and surprise her with an energetic greeting, but something was holding me back this time. I left her message on delivered for ten minutes straight, thinking what I was meant to say. I was acting as if she asked a question that was worth millions of dollars if I got it right. After all that overthinking, all I replied to her was a simple, "Goodmorning! How was your sleep?"
That dream. Her.
It was like a movie I'd never get tired of watching over, and over again.
Those dark, hazelnut eyes glimmering back onto mine -
Her soft, delicate touch engraved permanently in my mind.
I yearn for time to go back just so that I can feel her one more time.
The way she spoke, the way her warm tears kissed my hand.
I just wanted to hold her, even when the world around her can barely stand.
Something about today felt off, especially with Ria. Not because of the dream, but because she sounded worn off, and really toned down. She didn't sound as enthusiastic as she always was whenever we texted. So I wanted to ask how she was even when we were both in class. I was getting worried.
"I'm just tired," Ria responded, "I haven't been sleeping well, plus, school has been pretty draining."
I couldn't really blame her. Even I was getting tired of always waking up early, and having to do so much in class everyday. I felt bad, mainly because we text a lot at night and sometimes we both would even stay up until 1 am. There were times where she even fell asleep in the middle of our conversation. Some people would find that rude, or annoying, but for some reason, I found it cute.
A part of me also felt relieved and happy, knowing that she's open to share even a little of this vulnerable side to me. I've always seen deep conversations about emotions within a friendship as something truly precious, a way to strengthen the bond between two people. Ria, being someone who's mostly joyful and radiates a sunshine like aura, is one of the people I was most excited to connect with on a deeper, more emotional level.
When she first mentioned that she didn't feel too well today, I had major flashbacks of that dream last night. I debated whether or not I was going to tell her about that dream. It's probably not the right time yet, maybe one day. I don't want to make things awkward between the both of us, but because of our distance from each other, I felt upset that I couldn't really do anything powerful to show that I was there by her side, to listen to her, and make her feel comforted.
Although an idea crossed my mind, she mentioned how she enjoys my poems a lot. Like those videos where I record myself within nature, narrating one of my own pieces. I thought that maybe she would appreciate a little, personalised narration that can maybe help her feel more comforted and understood. I thought of writing a descriptive monologue, narrating it, and sending it to her tonight. Something that she could hold close to her heart, especially during difficult days like these. Randomly, in the middle of class, while I thought about that idea, I immediately got excited, I got a burst of energy to finish everything and start planning it all out, because I always loved making little gifts and giving it out to the people I care about, and I wanted to make something special for her too. After all the times she made me laugh all night long, she deserves to recieve true, genuine appreciation in her life.
We walked where dreamy skies were painted brown and gold,
Her voice was the paintbrush itself that painted those very clouds.
That soft whisper, that can silence hundreds, and thousands of crowds.
I can't. I can't seem to let this dream go. It's something my heart truly wants to hold.
On my way home, Ria was still in school, she was having her lunch break, and I took that as the perfect opportunity to ask what her favourite song was.
"Seasons. Seasons by Wave To Earth," She answered without hesitation.
Throughout the span of our friendship so far, we've loved talking about the most random things ever, music being one of them. One moment you'll catch us talking about people's weird behaviours in school, and the next second, we're suddenly talking about food we randomly crave. We change topics so smoothly and casually, it somehow all makes perfect sense for us both, every single time.
With the music in the current topic we were talking about. I wanted to use her favourite song, a piano ballad version, as the background music for the little gift im making tonight, to make it more sentimental, and 'Seasons' just matched everything so perfectly.
I was so ready to cheer her up tonight, I have it all planned, but then I started overthinking, what if this gift weirds her out? Or that I'm moving too fast? I don't know why I started overthinking about these little things out of nowhere, and somehow I just felt so nervous whenever she crossed my mind.
Here I am, night after night, day after day,
Hoping she would text, then I wouldn't know what to say
This distance, this experience, is all so new to me, so unknown.
But yet, the thought of her, makes me feel like im back at home.
Can love really spark through glowing screens?
A spark from endless voices, and unexpected dreams?
Now, as I slowly hear her name,
my chest feels tight, it no longer feels the same.
Am I really falling inlove?
I looked at the stars, and the skies above.
I felt so lost, lost in space,
But when I looked at her eyes, I somehow felt safe, back at a familiar, peaceful place.
I don't know what this means, but the thought of her, just thinking about her makes my heart beat faster.
Milo follows an emotional journey of a teenage poet trapped in a cycle of feeling incomplete and disconnected from life. Through diary entries and warm poems, Milo pours his thoughts into life, until a long-distance friendship with Ria begins to shift his world. As they grow closer, they explore the deeper meaning of life, connection, and identity in a digital generation. Heartfelt, poetic, and introspective, Milo is a coming of age story about love, longing, and finding meaning in the quiet moments.
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