An Experience

Something that happened to me. You decide where the reality stops and the story begins. I cannot tell anymore.

I couldn't believe it when I saw him. I was on a bus heading into New York. One minute, I'm wondering how horrible the show will be, being disgusted by the smells, and a score of other unimportant, mostly depressing things. I never much cared for the city, afterall. Traffic was crawling through the Lincoln tunnel. I only glanced up as the bus pulled up along side of us. And there he was. He looked so tired, and depressed. Worse off than me, I thought. Then he looked up. He met my eyes for only a moment before his bus pulled ahead of mine. I watched, and willed the bus to go faster. Sure enough, we pulled up alongside each other at the toll boothe. I stared at him, and his own intense stare back at me was startling. Did he know me like I knew him? I lifted my hand and pressed it to the window. He did the same. I wondered if the pain on his face mirrored my own. My heart leapt as the bus pulled forward. Not yet; please not yet. I kept my eye on his bus as long as I could, but we were soon too far ahead. I sank back in my seat, wanting to cry. I'd found him, and now he was gone. Or so I thought.
As we pulled up outside a row of restaurants and peep shows, I slumped out of the bus, feeling even worse than before. I happened to glance to my right, and saw a familiar boy step off the bus behind us. Again, our eyes met. I pushed past the others standing around and ran to him. He stepped back once and held out his arms. I leapt into them and he held me tight.
"It's you! Him..." I said as I nuzzled my cheek to his.
"And you...the girl from my dreams." He held me close to him.
"I've been looking for you..."
"Me, too. How did this happen?"
"I don't know. But I'm glad. You were all I ever had for so long." I pulled back from him and gazed into his face. "So, this is what you look like." I touched his face. "You're gorgeous."
He smiled and actually blushed. "And you're even prettier than I thought. But your touch is just the same."
"And yours. Tell me, what is your name?"

And here..I must stop. For perhaps I'll never know His name...the man in my nightmares. The man who has indeed been all I ever had for so very long... Where are you..?