Oh, my heart.
Sometimes at night I dream about you. It happens quite often. Usually I’m looking for you because you’re lost and I can’t find you. I wake in a panic because I’m desperately worried something bad will happen to you if I don’t find you. Other times we’re doing something or going somewhere, you know, happy together the way we used to be.
And then I wake up and a moment later the realization hits, you’re gone.
I lie in the dark and let the reality sink in. Again. it was only a dream. We’re not together. You’re gone and I’m still here, heartbroken, without you. Then I feel even more sad and upset than the dreams where I couldn’t find you. The realization that you’re not at the foot of the bed or snuggled up beside me in The Glampette and the gut-wrenching feeling of loss hits me all over again. It’s like that movie Goundhog’s…
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