I Love You...whoever You Are...

For the entirety of my life, I have never experienced love. I was always a cynic and being a logical person with knowledge of the human body and it's systems, I attributed the feeling of love to certain neurological functions. I'd scoff at those who ended each phone conversation with "I love you", I rolled my eyes at the couple sitting flush against each other. Perhaps my cynicism and indifference was due to the fact that I had never had anyone i could call my own. The extent of my relationships concise and purely physical. I never dated anyone nor had a girlfriend, lover, partner, whatever you want to call it.

However it all changed just a couple of days ago. During the preparation for my toughest finals in my entire undergraduate education, while I did nothing but stress over memorization of biochemical processes and the structure of each and every step during Glycolysis and the Citric Acid Cycle, I had the most amazing dream.

In the dream, I was a servant to a very wealthy and very well known family. The family consisted of a father mother, and a daughter who was around my age if not one or two years younger. The dream may have lasted only a few hours in reality however a few months had passed in my mind. I found myself comforting the stubborn and stuck up daughter, putting her in her place and helping her when she needed someone the most. At one point in the dream I find myself catching her as she fell from a tree. While sitting underneath the tree, my arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. I'll never forget the feeling of how her body fit perfectly in my arms and my face into the crook of her neck. My body was warm with a feeling that was foreign to me. I instantly whispered into her neck "I love you...", she whispered those same words back to me.

The next thing I know, I'm staring at my bedroom ceiling, the sun pouring in through the blinds and that same feeling overwhelming me. I sat up and remembered the feeling of her body in my arms as if I were still holding her. For the life of me however, I cannot remember her name or face. The only reminder I have of her is the feeling of her in my arms, the sweet whisper of her voice, and the true feeling of love that she instilled in me.

Of course, she, whoever she is, is a fabrication of my mind, but perhaps she is based off someone in my life. I want to find her. I need to know who she is so that I can come up behind her, embrace her, rest my chin in the crook of her neck and tell her "I love you...whoever you are..."