It’s been a while since I saw you in my dreams, so I guess it was nice to see your face again last night, even if it was only in my head. I was in a lecture of some sort, sitting down in this great big hall. A lot of our collegemates were there, sitting all around. I remember seeing you walk in from the corner of my eye, but I pretended I didn’t, I just ignored the fact that you were there. Suddenly, I felt someone take my hand, and I looked up, and it was you. I pulled my hand away, I was so shocked. “What?” I said, and you started to say something, but I couldn’t hear you, so you said, “Please come outside so we can talk” so I got up and went outside with you. You told me you wanted to thank me for helping your mom with something earlier in the day, you had tears in your eyes, and you were smiling, so grateful. I can’t remember why, or what I did, but I just said it was no problem, I didn’t even know it was your mom. I don’t know what she looks like, after all. Anyway, after that it gets kind of fuzzy, but you decided to try harder. You wanted to be my friend again, to maybe eventually be together again. I could see the change in you, I could see that you were really trying. I was happy. I woke up, thinking this was really happening. I woke up, smiling, wanting to call you, hold you again.
But it was a dream, and slowly I realized that, and then I wanted to cry, but I didn’t, I just covered my face with my blanket and delved back into another dream.
I miss you.
