Him Again...

I dreamt about him again last night...it was so real. I hadn't thought about him since the last time I wrote about him. It was the morning brief and he was smiling like he used to showing all of his teeth. Laughing at me like he was known to do. For some reason I needed to touch him to know he was still real. The room was full of people and his glasses were sliding down his face. I stuck my toungue out at him because he was giving me a hard time, somethings never change. I called him by his first name which only I was allowed to do. I asked him to be quiet to stop teasing, and I reached out and touched his hand. It was warm and soft and he just kept smiling, but he held onto my fingers and smiled letting me know in his own private way that he was just trying to make me smile. It worked.

The dream wasn't like last time, no frantic searching, he was right there just like I remember him. I can still feel him. The love that I felt for him is still within me he will always be a part of me. Maybe I need to accept that, probably never will. I loved him.