You Came to Me in a Dream

I never thought it possible; that I would see you again. Your beautiful black silken hair, your eyes a mahogany brown like the desk I used to write on. You know, the desk where I would write story after story for you in an endless effort to express my love. I'm glad that you've come back to me, to show me that you cared.

Do you remember our little house on the end of the block? Such memories we had there, both for better and for worse, yet nonetheless memories that are engrained in my soul. All the times we hurt each other, all the times we laughed together, all the times we made sweet love, these times live on forever in my mind and are a part of the that house. I sold that house, not because I didn't love you, but because the love I still have for you. The memories in that house gave it a soul, and that soul is tearing my own apart. I could not bear being in that house one more second without you, it felt backwards, wrong.

I know you came to me last night in my dreams. I saw your heavenly face, one even an angel would envy. You looked so calm and serene, and I knew exactly what you meant when I saw your face; I just knew. You love me, you've always loved me. You want me to be happy and not to worry about a house, although we had so many precious memories there, because in the end it was just a house. We were the home inside of that house, and one day our home will be there once again in the world between worlds. Until we meet again my love.