He Only Speaks To Me In My Dreams

We play off one another well, in realtime. Mostly joking at the "expense" of the other. Light hearted jabs and stuff like that. We have alot in common. I mean we're alot alike we have the same taste in music, food, & culture. We're comfortable around one another, so comfortable that there were times when I would finish one of his sentences and he would likewise finish one of mine. It was like we were on the same wavelength. Observers have mentioned to me that when we were hanging out that we behaved as so "married", we just didn't know it. Apparently unbeknownst to me our "comfort level" was noticeable to others.

We play pool as well. He is so much better at it than I. Although, I do watch as how he applies English and then "blam" the object ball slams into the pocket with such force and determination.

He is the only man who can refer to me as "Robbie".

I don't know what I did to offend him. I say "Hi" to him and I'm ignored. On more than one occassion. I'm confused and I detest that. I do not know what I did to offend him. Yet I'm being ignored just the same. Last I saw him he had slipped quietly out the door with car keys in hand. I called his voicemail and asked the machine what it was that I had done to offend him. I asked for him to advise me because I really do not know. I ventured that it is obvious to me that he doesn't feel the same for me as I do for him. I announced to the answering machine a lie that I'm moving on. That I have moved on. Although, I do not want to trash a long-term friendship. Yeah I'm weird like that, I suppose. But,I feel like I'm grieving the death of a friendship that I had no conscience part in it's demise.

He won't talk to me, not in person anyway.

But in my dreams...

In a dream I remember from two nights ago, we were hanging out together. We were both admiring a red convertible car. It was kind of old and it was shiny. He was referring to me as "Robbie". He spent alot of time grinning that wonderful smile of his. I felt warm and happy again to be in his presence.

The next thing I recall is the sound of a rooster crowing. The rooster will not stop crowing. It's endless and annoying. I stir and my eyes are teary because I realize that the rooster crow is my wake-up call and it saddens me because-

Marky is still not talking to me, but only in my dreams.