Thursday, December 18, 2014

I miss you.

Dear Louann,

I miss you.

I had a dream the other night that you were alive. I was running to a store to buy batteries for a wedding and you were sitting in the parking lot of a gas station. You were on the phone explaining to someone that it was all a mistake. You were just in a coma. It was a thing that was happening to HIV patients and they didn't realize and so you woke up and everything was fine, you just had to be careful. And I ran over and hugged you and we sat there crying and talking and I was so happy. I talked to you so much that I missed the wedding and they were really mad.

And then I woke up.

Today has been a really rough day. I have all these feelings and I want to talk to someone about them. I want to talk to you because you are smart and understand where I'm coming from and know how to listen to me and talk to me and not argue with me. I want to tell you about all my new stuff and what I'm doing and tell you about my fears and hopes and I want you to meet Adam. I just want to call you.

But I can't.

It's really hard not to cry today.

Love,
Louann

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