Hey. Haven’t heard from you in a while. I guess I could call but I have been living somewhere outside my head for a while, I don’t have anything to say. Except. I had a dream about you the other day. It was warm dream, so real it was almost like we were touching. In the dream we were married in our heads. In the dream, the world was coming to an end, everything was burning and we were getting ready for a protest march. Or something. It was nighttime. I gave you something to keep safe, but you gave it away. Said the world’s need was greater than ours, said it was better not to get attached to material things. I was so angry, I was screaming at you. And then you got sad, and I was so sorry, so I put myself down to your shoulder to hold your hand. The world was still burning, we were getting ready for something. I don’t know why I always dream such strange things about you. I wish we could just love each other, simple love, but we keep missing each other and you say some things are not meant to happen, like us, and I believe you. I always believe you, I loved you as a child. Maybe we were meant to happen only in my strange apocalyptic dreams. Or, maybe, when the world ends, you and I will be the ones to save it. Maybe. May be. So long, keep yourself safe. I’ll see you soon.
