We used to tell each other when we were in each other's dreams, just incase it was possible that had the same dream. Then you died. Almost 3 years later I still dream about you sometimes. In the moments directly after I wake up, I can't wait to tell you about your appearence, to ask if you dreamt of me too. And then I remember: this is the only world I exist in now. But you still exist, still linger, in my dream world, and I thank you for that.