Love Beyond Reality

1

The cherry blossom tree, stands tall above them. Petals fall like they're infinite as if spring never ends here. The grass beneath them always green and fresh. The scent of roses and lavenders always in the air. 
Seated under the cherry blossom tree, they gaze into each others eyes with a soft, tender smile adding to the peaceful atmosphere here. Who needs words when their presence is enough to feel a million emotions, the look in their eyes enough to understand each other's heart. 
He's mesmerized by the way she looks so dreamy and beautiful. Her long silky black hair left open, blows slowly along the wind. Her big brown eyes stare into his, with so much care and love like he's her entire universe. The soft tender smile on her soft lips, just for him. The beige dress, with cute puff sleeves, she always appears in looks so good on her more than the last time. He extends his hands slowly, bringing it close to her face and tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, making her smile wider. He looks into her eyes again mirror her smile. 
"I wanna stay here for eternity... By your side. " he whispers into the small gap between them, so the words only sink into her ears. 
Her heart absorbs his whispered words, causing her eyes to glisten. She lift her fingers to tenderly brush against his bread like cheeks. Thousand unspoken emotions swirl in her eyes that she hold for him. He closes his eyes feeling her feather like touch on his cheek. 
"Me too... " she whispers back. 
He exhales a breath hearing her words, he squeezes his eyes, keeping them close learning she feels the same way. His eyes pool with tears too as a drop of tear leaves his from his closed eyes. 
Suddenly, he feels cold and his body numb. He can't feel the cherry blossom falling on him neither can he smell roses and lavenders in the air. He realizes he isn't sitting on the green grass anymore and he can't feel her tender fingers on his cheek. He knows what happened and he don't wanna open his eyes. He never ever want to open his eyes. It hurts too much to open his eyes. Because it won't be there anymore if he did so. The cherry blossom tree, the green grass, the flower field, the peace, the love, the understanding and... Her. They'll all be gone. 
He slowly opens his eyes. And he knew it. It's all gone.

2

She dresses up in a simple white tee and jeans, throws her bag over her shoulder and walks out the house whispering a small prayer. She settles into the cab, rolling the windows down she plugs in her earphones and plays her playlist. Gazing out at the night sky as the cab moves along with other vehicles, she inhales deeply and then exhales remembering the dream she had last night. She recalls every single part of it. The way he was looking at her, the way he said he wants to stay there with her and slowly tucked her hair. His messy, fluffy hair, her fingers lingering on his soft bread cheeks. She closes her eyes trying to picture him again, needing to feel him again, wanting to capture that moment in camera but all she have left with tiny remnants of her dream. 

'I keep you right next to me,

Only just in my dream

I see you in red, blue, green

Don't wake me up from sleep' 

(RM - Closer ft. Mahalia & Paul Blanco) 

She feels a lump form in her throat when the lyrics hit hard like a punch to her chest. Why is this happening with her? Why does she dream about him like he's born to be hers but the reality forbids every possible way of them to be together. She don't even know if he too feels this connection or it's all just in her head. She opens her eyes to gaze back at the sky where she finds the moon shining brightly at her now. A small drop of tear leaves her eyes but she's quick enough to wipe as she stares at the moon like she's pleading and begging the moon to give her answers, to let the sentiments of her heart reach him. 

"Please... " she whisper her pleading to the moon, hoping he's on the other side of the world watching the same moon, feeling the same connection. 
"Please... "

3

His flight lands to Paris international airport, with all his bodyguards and manager, he reached the arrival gate. He could hear the fans screaming his name on top of their lungs and cheering, their voices crashing against the glass walls of the terminal. The fans held up posters, cameras flashing at him to capture his ethereal beauty though he was just in his casual white Celine tee and a formal brown pants, his hair messy like he didn't cared to brush it because he knew how beautiful he is no matter how messed up his hair could be. Fans were crying and jumping, all reaching out to get his attention. 
"Je t'aime!!" "I love you!!" "You're so handsome!! I love you!! " welcome to Paris!!" "un selfie s'il vous plai?t !!" "Autographe s'il vous plai?t !" 

He caught glimpses and smiles of the fans as the security ushered him through the crowd. The security made sure no one came too close to him for his safety reasons. He slowed down waving his hand at his admiring fans, smiling at them, "Je vous aime tous. Love you all. " he says and every single one of them cheer and scream out of joy. The security nudged him forward, through the VIP exit, into the waiting black SUV and he was gone. 

He shuts the door behind him of the luxury hotel room, that was reserved for him while he's in Paris. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the massive Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance. After gazing out at the Paris view he plops down on the king-sized bed, draped in soft, breathable linen sheets with a luxurious Hermes throw and plush pillows resting against the headboard. He grabs one of the pillows hugging it against his chest as he stares up at the ceiling painted in a soft ivory hue, adding a touch of classic Parisian charm.

His mind starts wondering back to the dream, to her. The way she felt under his fingertips as he brushed the strand of hair behind her ear. Her angelic smile that took his breath away and the way she whispered "me too... " while her tender fingers lingered against his cheek until it was all gone. He wants to know who is she? Where is she? What's her name? Does she even exist? Or if she's just an illusion created by his mind out of loneliness? He heavily sighs and shuts his eyes closed.

"Come to me please. " he whispers in the air and drifts off to the place where he longs to be. To the Dreamland. To her.