Dearest Love,
Lately you have been in my dreams, and frankly I hate that.
I am nothing but a forgotten dream you once had.
Our love is nothing but fading memories. All of the I love you's, wishes, and whispers in the night are now the chills you get when the cool wind brushes upon your skin on summer nights.
I hate the dreams I have of you because I seem happy in them. It's almost as though my mind is trying to tell me that as much as I tell myself that I'm happy- I am truly unhappy without my best friend.
I always awake from the dreams at 3 AM every night. I wake up shaking and unable to fathom what happened.
When I awake I go to the pool in my backyard. I'll sit there with my feet in the ice cold water. Sometimes I feel that summer breeze.
That's the down side of living in a place where it's practically summer all year round. You are constantly reminded of the summer nights you spent alone while others were out having fun.
I would give anything to have change in my life. To not feel the summer breeze on my skin, but the drizzle of spring.
Your's truly,
Her
