There they were, all my loves I’ve loved, lined up, one by one, all in a row. Each stood and waited for his turn to ask for my hand, each offering me their all. There was ‘The First Love’… ‘The One With Whom It Could Never Happen’… ‘The One Who I Should Have Stayed Friends With’ and ‘The One Who I Thought I Loved’. To each I exchanged a few words, a tender farewell or a sorrowful glance of regret. I kept walking.

And then there was ‘The One’… who stepped out into the light at the end of the line, standing sheepishly with open arms extended. I leaned over and whispered into his ear… ‘I’ve walked the line there… and I’m still alone… care to walk with me a little?’

This morning he did just that. He took my hand and that stroll became a lifetime, a companionship.

He waited for me when I least deserved it, and loved me when I really needed it. Many possible lives were presented to me in my dream, indeed in my reality, and yet only one seems believable, the one I don’t yet know, but am about to embark on.

And there I was, thinking dream analysis was just a both of boll*cks.