I hadnât dreamed of you in so long that I had almost forgotten what it felt like.
Normally youâd pop in, just long enough to give me a taste.
Just a quick reminder of what âI love youâ tasted like and how sweet an âI miss youâ could sound.
Then youâd be gone again.Â
And Iâd cope with the empty feeling you left behind.Â
 Last night was different though, you were there from start to finish.
And it rattled me to the core.
Each time I woke, Iâd get my bearings. Relax. And think, âItâs over now.â
You were there. Again. And again. And again.
Almost like you were waiting.
It was as wonderful as it was nauseating.
 Do you know how terrible of a thing that is?
To feel so, undeniably happy with a million unanswered questions and a loneliness I canât shake?
As clear as the day we met.
I love(d) you and youâre gone.
I remember now, how it feels to wake up and realize it was all a dream.
 Iâll be stuck in this rut for a few days.
Thatâs usually how it goes.
But then again, Iâve never dreamed of you the whole night through before.
..I guess Iâll find out.Â
Despite all of that though, thank you.
Thank you for the reminder.
Because forgetting might be more painful than remembering and Iâm not sure I want to find out.
 Iâll probably send you another message. You wonât see it and thatâs okay.
I hope youâre happy and I hope youâre well.