It's been a while since I've thought about you...last night, however, you came to see me in a dream. You were different, harder, angrier, less the person you were and more the person you almost became.
then today I read a line in The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud...about how when you dream of the dead it's how they let you know they still care...I don't think that's exactly what it said, but I'm exhausted and can barely think straight.
It was just totally ironic - to me at least...anyway. A few more days and it will be a year, a whole year since you left the world. I can't believe it.
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