I dream every night. Always vivid; always in full color; always...
Some are trivial, some are fun, some really hit home.
A couple nights ago, I dreamed I was in my front room. A very beautiful, very tall brown-haired girl was sitting next to me on the floor. I didn't look directly at her until I could see her looking at me. I looked up.
It was Rebecca, the girl I almost had the poor sense to marry, but who I had loved with all my heart.
Just a short sentence escaped her lips: "How are you?"
"Fine."
She then rose from her place and moved into the hall. I followed rather quickly, and stopped as she turned to face me.
From her came three more words: "I loved you."
Before I could plan anything better to say, words escaped from me: "I never did get over you..." Tears started their free-flow.
She looked up, moved toward me and we embraced as years of resentment, pain and misunderstanding melted away. I was happier than I have been for three and a half years.
Then I looked away for a moment; I looked at her once again. She was no longer there. Instead my best friend was standing in her place. She was smiling, and with a look of absolute joy on her face, asked if I really meant what I just said.
Nothing came from my mouth; nothing could. Words could not express what thought couldn't even define.
Then I awoke to a dark room.
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