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She's the One
Gaurav Law
9 Mar 2003
Im going to do it this time.
Sitting here listening to Chris Isaak's rendition of "Somebody's Crying" Im gonna try and describe her. If not for all you GT readers and amigos of mine, this one's for me.
I saw her last night. Infact I spent the whole night with her. Predictably , in the morning it was just me and my pillow. Just like Chris said,
"I know somebody and they cry for you.
They lie awake at night and dream of you."
That's me croaking to her.
Obviously I don't have a name and yea, obviously I don't have a face either. Life's just not that peachy is it? I'm not, however, gonna tell you that having her face and name would have made it "boring" and "mechanical". If I knew who she was I'd have her sitting next to me by now, watching me while I typed this out.
At the risk of being scoffed at for being corny (like doing that isn't corny itself nowadays) here's what I remember, and trust me I do, about her and about our night - about the dream.
She had an open heart. She was looking just like I still am. She came to me on a beach and invited me to join her on a cruise boat which her family owned. Somehow she never occurred to me as being rich; she behaved like she didn't need the luxury and all it provided was a way for us to fall in love. She was plain nice as she introduced me to her people and adoring when we were left alone. She wasn't a princess like Kate was in Titanic…she was a lot more matter-of-fact.
Honestly, I think what really got me was that it seemed like she knew she wanted me. She'd been through her devils, been through HER dreams and had come out of them sure. Maybe it was me… the way things were going I'd probably take anyone who came onto me…but this girl had all the answers. I could feel it. There was nothing I needed to know or to ask her. It was simply as if we both understood and moved on. Words like "insecurity" and "destiny" are far too basic for our situation. Ours was more of a beginning. Maybe that's why I still don't know why God forced me to wake up today and am left pondering the possibilities of a sequel tonight.
The power of the subconscious you say? All you dream-interpreters muttering that this is pretty simple keeping Mr. Freud's theories in mind. Hell you're probably right. Nothing more than a love-craving lonely boy trying to express himself! Hey, aren't we all?
"I know somebody and they called your name.
A million times and still you never came."
That's her. Thanks Chris.
G'night and sweet dreams.
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