I dreamt about you again last night. It is only the second time since it's happened. It's weird. I thought I'd dream about you all the time, try to bring you back. That's usually what happens when I feel like my heart is breaking. I don't really want to know why it's different this time. This time I saw you at church. People were trying to talk to me and I just kept telling them to shut up because all I wanted to do was drink in your face to make sure you were real. But I was scared. I knew it couldn't last. But still the only thing in my mind for a few moments was your face. And I could see it clearly.
Remember how we first saw each other after our time apart? We both went to mass at Resurrection (CAAA-RISSS!) and we hugged but since mass was starting all we could do was smile like fools. I remember I couldn't stop my feet from moving. I remember the light especially. Will we get that again? But better this time? Please say yes.
I listened to the recordings by the campfire tonight for the first time in months. Your voice was so sweet it was painful. It was at once so beautiful and familiar, but then to know that I will never know it again was the worst agony.
I would give anything, absolutely anything, for one more conversation with you.
My love, my love.
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