I dreamed about Debbie last night, only I didn’t know it was a dream. We were laughing, talking and spending time together – holding hands. My heart felt so full.
Then at some point I began to suspect it wasn’t real, and I asked her. She looked sad, and “no, I am not really here with you.”
But Love is real. And Love cannot die. And the Joy was real.
Sometimes her absence hurts so much... I try to remember the happy memories, but the loss of her presence brings me to my knees at times.
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