I dreamt of you.

In my dream we were laughing.
It reminded me of the good old days.
The times you were close, where I could look into your eyes whenever I wanted.
Where I could tell you I love you, without using words, but by hugging you and playing with your hair whenever I wanted.
You're so far away and I wish it weren't so.

In my dream, I was at your funeral.
I can't explain to you how much it hurt me to see myself staring down into your casket and knowing you were in there.
There's so much that I still need from you.
I can't let you go.
You mean the world to me.
Even though I don't call everyday, it doesn't mean I don't think of you.
I aspire to be the fearless, loving person you are.
I hope to one day raise my children with the loving tiredless effort you raised me with.
There's so much that I am thankful for, I just wouldn't know where to begin.

Do I start with your smile, your cooking skills, my brother's, my sister's, the way you would laugh at my stupid jokes, the way that you knew what happened but would wait for me to tell you anyway, the day you told me you were proud of who I have become?

These things seem meaningless when compared to the sacrifices you made to help me be who I am.
I love you.
Even though I know that one day God will come and take you from me, I hope that day isn't soon because I don't think I'll survive it.
For now though, it's good to know you're only a phone call away and I can say, I'll see you soon.

It was only a dream.

01/24/2007

Author's Note: This was a nightmare I had last night. I wrote this after my dream. Still a work in progress, please let me know what you think. Thanks :)

Posted on 01/25/2007
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