It had been a long six months.

I had cried a lot, missed Ed a lot.

But I had gotten stronger, learned how to stand on my own two legs, like he taught me.

Everything he taught me about strength and love had powered me forward, saved me from despair.

And then I waited.

I waited, then he came back.

"What—How—Why?" I said.

"Shh." Ed said softly, hugging me. "It doesn't matter. I'm home now.

"I-I…" A solitary tear fell down my cheek. "I missed you…"

"Kuri…" he said. It was ridiculous how much I had missed his voice; the way he said my name… "That last day…in my dream…"

"I shocked you awake by allowing you to feel my emotions of worry and fear…" I whispered.

"Kuri, I thought for sure that…I was going to lose you. That you were going to die." Ed said.

He looked like he was thinking for a moment. I felt a bit frustrated. I usually know what guys are thinking by the look on their face…but Ed has so many looks…

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Ugh…as if dreaming about him wasn't enough…this time I dream about him…and he's there when I wake up!

Ok, so to explain I was talking with Reiko, my sister, and she asked me what my perfect kiss would be. I told her...that my perfect kiss would be if it was cloudy and really cold, so we could see our breath, and it would be just barely snowing…little ice flecks. And we would be talking, and I would turn to go, and he would grab my shoulder…and turn me around…and kiss me. I would be surprised, but then I would return the kiss.

Well last night I dreamed about that kiss…with Ed. Let me explain. I was standing with him and I recognized the background was the same as the one from the kiss I was talking about. We were talking, I don't remember about what, and then I turned to leave, and he grabbed my shoulder.

"Wait a second," he said.

I turned and he had this half-smile…and then…he kissed me.

I woke up then, in the middle of the night, and Ed was in my room.

"Huh?" I said. "E-Ed?"

"Ah…I-I'm sorry!" he said, a bit frantically. "I shouldn't have come in your room, but you called me!"

"In my sleep…" I replied. "Did I say anything in particular?"

"Just my name…" he said, confused. "You were yelling…it woke me."

"Wait…I was literally yelling?" I asked. "Or did I like, do it with my mind, like last time?"

"Your mind," Ed said.

"Good," I said. "I was worried."

He sat down on the bed. "Why did you call? What was so terrible about your dream?"

I blushed. "Ah…it was nothing. I'm not going to tell you."