I dreamt of him again last night. Not in anger, sadness or conflict…but like it was years ago when the innocence of our love had yet to be spoken. His face was bright with a smile as I looked at him. There was laughter, warmth and happiness. We were as one as we were then. It was bliss. I felt connected to him again.
I woke up to reality and the yearning. I miss him. I want to share these things again. With him. Yet I know that will never be.