Crying out loud.
I woke up crying out your name this morning. I dreamt that we were at the last place that I saw you alive, that I hugged you, that I kissed you. Then I was holding your dead body, but you were telling me to let go. I still do not know how, I still cry out loud. I did not want to open my eyes to the realization that I am still alive, and you are not. I do not want to let go.
Sorry. ((hugs))
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Noticed no new entries to read. Just concerned.
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Stopped in your diary—looked around—I don’t see you—hope all is well—
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Came by to say hi.
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