52: Last Kiss

52: Last Kiss

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Messages from Heaven

Last Kiss

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

~Vincent van Gogh

The big red numbers on the clock lit the room — 6:13 a.m. It was way too early to call Angela. I rolled out of bed, shuffled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I stood waiting for the water to warm up, I wondered if I should write down my dream. Would I remember it by the time I talked with her? Something told me I wouldn’t forget. As I drove to work, I replayed every detail. It was so real. It had to be real.

But why would Charlie come to see me?

It had been six years since he passed away.

It was the first time anyone I truly cared about had died. I was twenty-four. Charlie was just twenty-six. His death shocked all our friends, but it sent Angela reeling. Charlie and Angie had been in love since they were fifteen. I don’t know if any of us fully got over the loss of Charlie. I am not sure if Angela ever will.

When I got to work, I sent Angie an e-mail asking her to call me as soon as she was free. I let out a little laugh when my phone immediately rang.

“Ange?”

“Yea, what’s going on?” she asked.

“I had a dream last night.”

“Was it about Charlie?”

“Yes!” I said, filled with excitement. I knew it! It was too real. “Did you dream about Charlie last night?”

“No,” she said.

“Oh.”

“Tell me about it,” she said slowly.

I told her: “I was at a water park. Everywhere I went I ran into someone I knew, yet I found myself looking for someone. I felt like there was someone else I should be seeing. But I didn’t know who. Just then through the crowd of swim trunks and bathing suits, I saw a guy coming towards me in a white business suit. It was Charlie.

“I ran up to him screaming, ‘Charlie! Oh my God! We have to find Angie.’

“He stood looking at me. I grabbed him by the arm and tried to run off with him. But he didn’t move. He was with some short man wearing all black.

“The guy in black stopped Charlie and said, ‘He can’t go with you.’

“‘He’s going! We need to find Angie,’ I said.

“The man stopped him again and said, ‘He can’t go with you! We have to leave.’

“I looked at Charlie and realized he wasn’t talking. Charlie just looked at me. He didn’t say a word.

“‘He can’t talk,’ the man said.

“I looked at Charlie again and said, ‘We are going to find her.’

“I had Charlie by the arm and searched the park. The man in all black followed behind.

“I found you. I ran up and called your name. I put Charlie right in front of you and stepped back.

“You looked at me and said, ‘What?’

“I looked at you confused. You couldn’t see him. How could you not see him? But you looked at me and said, ‘He’s here isn’t he?’

“You looked back at Charlie. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. You reached up and put your arms around him as he leaned in to kiss you. Just as your lips touched, he slowly faded away. I will never forget the way that moment felt. The power of that loving last kiss will forever be with me.”

Silence.

“Ange? Are you there?”

“Was his tie light blue?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Did the guy in all black have curly long black hair?”

“Yes! How do you know that?”

“Because two years ago I had a dream about them too,” she said.

“Did Charlie talk in your dream?”

“No, the guy in all black wouldn’t let him.”

I don’t know how long we went without saying a word. But finally she said, “Um, there is something else. I don’t want to freak you out but...”

“What?”

“In my dream I didn’t believe it was Charlie. I didn’t believe he was really there. The man in all black kept saying they had to go. Charlie wouldn’t say anything. Finally I said to Charlie, ‘If you are real, if you are really here, go see Diana.’”

~Diana DeAndrea-Kohn

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