Dreams

I have these dreams every once in a while. These dreams where you are alive and well. Sometimes we are talking. Sometimes we pass each other like strangers on the street (that one is the hardest). Sometimes we are out on an adventure. Sometimes you are married with kids. Sometimes you want to go dancing. Last night I had one of them. I dreamt that we were having a boring old conversation about nothing. Wouldn’t that be nice if it were true. Now I feel like I could cry at any moment. When my alarm went off this morning, I stayed in bed until the next one went off.

Today is your birthday.

Of course I dreamt about you last night. I don’t dream about you often, but I always love and hate those dreams. I hate them because they are not real. And I love them because even though they are in my mind, I feel closer to you.

Sometimes I wish the dreams came more frequently. But I will take what I can get.

So Happy Birthday where ever you are. And know that you are being thought of always and forever.

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