Last night you were in my dream and it felt more real than if it actually did happen. I woke up with your arms around me. You said, "It's okay. I'm still here." It feels weird knowing you're not.
On a night back in early December it was snowing. I got off work at 10, it was dark outside. The street lamps illuminated the falling snow and I felt like I was in a low-budget indie film on my way to self-discovery. I talked to my mom the whole way home. We laughed a… Continue reading Remembering Love