All I could think about the whole time was how much I want you here. I think you would have laughed at me over how excited or silly I got. But that's okay, because I like your laugh. There are times when I miss you so much, and I hate that. I hate that I miss you because I feel like you have moved on, so why is it so incredibly hard for me to move on? I dream about you sometimes, about things that could have happened in the future. We hang out with our friends, you come visit me at my office on your days off, I come visit you at your work when I can. It's perfect. And then I wake up, and I remember that things didn't work out. I don't want to tell you about these dreams. Seriously, why can't I move on? I want to tell you about all the good things that are happening right now, and I want to tell you about all the bad stuff that is happening. You have always been there for me either way.
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