Today my mind has been on someone from the past. It started with a dream. It was really weird (as most of my dreams tend to be). In the dream, I entered a funeral parlor, and I saw most of my friends from high school. I tried to figure out who had died. I soon discovered that it was the father of a boy from my past. We dated on and off in middle and high school, but mostly were just friends. He was there with his wife and baby (I'm not sure if he has a baby, but this baby looked just like him-a boy). I felt so much sadness in the dream that he had lost his dad. I wanted so much to comfort him, to hold him, but felt it was inappropriate because he was there with his family. His brother gave a very touching eulogy.
I awoke from my dream and frantically checked the obituaries. I was afraid that I would find his name, the name of my old friend. A friend that was never told how much he meant to me. Luckily, I found nothing.
We've gone in separate directions and have our own lives now, but I often remember him fondly. I wonder if he ever thinks of me. I wonder if maybe he will read this and know that he does hold a very special part in my heart. He once asked me "Do You Remember". I do.
Posted by hopelessromantic99
at 1:14 AM EDT