March 19
March 19
It has been 27 months. In that time, I can count on one hand how many times you've visited me. I woke up yesterday from one of those visits. I was confused and troubled. We were in a place and watching some sort of entertainment. I heard you laughing so many times. But when the singer pointed you out, dedicating a beautiful song to you (I can't remember the song any more), you ran out. And I ran after you. Entered a dark, scary building and you were there. But scary looking angry men wouldn't let us near each other. Words were exchanged and they relented. We then embraced and I carried you to a white room with a white bed and laid you down. I wanted to just stay in this dream with you. But I couldn't hold on to it. :( See me some more please, Love.