I had a dream. So real. So raw.
You appeared to me, clearer than ever before. Clearer than when our eyes were clouded by our hangovers.
I held your hand, our fingers intertwined just like we used to. My heart was so full.
You asked me how I found you and I said that I didn't know. Because I couldn't care less, As long as you were with me.
As you slowly let go of my hand, I woke up Rays of sunshine coming through the window.
I picked my guitar and strung a few chords of the song I wrote you few years back. I remembered how shy you were the first time I sang it to you.
I reached for my phone. I needed to hear your voice after all these years. The feelings rushed right back like they never left.
That was always the case with us. We knew that we'd always find our way back to each other, no matter what. That's what true love is all about, right?
And as soon as I heard the words, I knew that fate had tempted me. "She passed away", her sister said.
I could feel tears slowly rolling down my cheeks as I smiled to myself.
She passed away on a cold Thursday morning, on her 27th birthday, alone.
What I wouldn't do to hold her hand once more...