I had a dream last night that left me feeling a little low. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact it was very nice. I was younger and in high school. My girlfriend lived across the street. My girlfriend in the dream was my wife, my beloved Cindy!
The only part of my dream that I can still remember (and vividly) was looking out my bedroom window at Cindy’s house and watching her come out the door and walk across the street to see me. She’s so beautiful, I can’t stand it! My heart is beating wildly, pounding in my chest at the prospect of holding her, kissing her.
Though it was just a dream, it was so wonderful just to be with her–it seemed so real. But now I have this tremendous feeling of loss. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that ‘melancholy’ is the way I’ll feel for much of my time here.
I miss you, Sweetie.
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