Day 14
Had the same dream as last night but it ended differently this time. Instead of sneaking out after you fell asleep, this time I stayed. Instead of telling you I was lonely and desperate, I told you the truth this time. And instead of pretending it never happened and letting things go back to normal, we talked about it this time. We were happy this time. Then we may have made love another time (or two). And even though this was a good dream (a really good dream) I woke up feeling sad, not only because that's not what happened and because I messed that up, but because it was a dream and not a vision. I'm afraid our link is going away. I think I'm losing you what tiny part of you I have left.
