03.21.19 (two dreams)

I had more dreams with you in them. One was good, one was sad. It kind of equalled out, but still I wake dreading your absence. In the first we were together in a large lecture hall and the only thing that seemed to matter to us was that we sat next to each other. In the other ran to each other’s arms and cried for a long while. We appeared to be sitting on a bed and I tried explaining my silence while you’ve been gone, but it just sounded all the more thoughtless to you. We cried harder and when I woke, tears were streaming down my face. Still, I have to admit that waking up crying is better than waking up thinking you’ll be lying next to me.