Sometimes you wake up from a dream of someone so vivid you grasp for it as the strands of vision fade away, as you come to reality in a shock.

A dream of finding you coming home in the weirdest way, a dream of us finally talking, a dream of us embracing after so much pain, a dream.

I still think about what could of been, I still wish we had tried.

I love you, regardless of where we both end up, I love you Tigerlily, and always will.

~Moo