I think about you often. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I feel guilty for not calling you when you gave me your number. Or perhaps it's because I have a picture of you and me together in a frame right here in my kitchen. I see you every single day now. I think back to the days when you and I were hanging out. We were best friends. I loved you very much. I could have been happy with you but I knew deep inside the feeling wasn't entirely mutual.
I called your mom today. She sounds so sad without you. She's so lost without you. I hope her heart heals in time. I feel so bad for her. I tell her about my dreams of you. She loves to hear them I think. So from now on I'm going to try my hardest to write down all my dreams and share them with her sooner or later. Please send her calming thoughts. Help heal her heart. Let her dream of you. I think she needs to dream of you at least once. But maybe now is not the right time.
Anyway, I don't know what else to say. I wish you were still in this world. I wish I knew exactly where you are. And if you are OK. Can you hear me? I wish you could come to me in my dream and tell me if you can hear me or not. Please do. I'd love to see you again. I guess for now dreams will have to do. I hope I get to see you again some day. I miss you. And I'll always love you. I know you broke my heart several times but I always loved you anyway.
Take care of yourself. Wherever you are. You are loved. And missed.
~L
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