How unfair it is that my heart would trick my mind into believing you were here with me.
As the features of your face and the nuances of your voice had finally began to fade from my memory, accepting the pain of knowing that you were no longer in my future, I dream of you.
A dream so real as to hear your voice, see your smile, feel the touch of your hand, but mostly a dream so real as to look into your beautiful blue eyes and see the joy within.
Only to wake up knowing it is a dream and to have to start the healing again.
