Dreams questioned

I thought it was just another dream I often had of her. Quick snapshots of our time together as teenagers. We were in love, and nobody was ever going to convince us we weren't. There were so many “firsts” with us as we spent almost every waking hour together, exploring the depth of our love and the commitment we shared to be as we were then and forever.

   I dreamed about her for many years until one night; I realized it wasn't pictured books flashing through my mind as I slept; it was her with me in spirit. I know you think I'm crazy and maybe I am, but I know, and I accept her being there with me just like we promised we would be together forever.

   When she visits my body lays in bed and can't move, but my spirit self rises to meet her as we hold hands and walk backward in time to a place we both loved. We soar above the clouds looking down at ourselves in years gone by laughing at our clothes and hairstyles.

   When we soar high above, our bodies can't feel one another, but our spirits are connected, and that is a thousand times better than human touch. I remember everything, every detail about her and my love for her is as timeless as our midnight flights back in time.

   When I feel myself trying to wake up, I try to fight it as her hand pulls away from mine and shes gone. I lay in my bed for a few minutes my eyes wide open, leaving me to wonder if it was a dream, or was she here with me again?Whatever the answer I get out of bed and kiss her picture as I face another lonely day without her.

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