Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Dreams Pt. 3

I dreamt of him again last night.
This time it was beautiful instead of tragic.
As he stood speaking into a microphone in his Promised Land, I stood beside him, smiling up at him, so proud.
So very proud.
He talked about the future, about what he planned to do with this place and how everything would be so perfect and beautiful. He finished talking and prepared to leave for the day and I called out to him but he didn't hear me and he was gone.
It was one of those dreams where you wake up but somehow manage to fall back asleep and finish it.
As I walked back into that dream someone handed me a letter.
I took it and went somewhere private wondering who could be sending me a letter.
It was from him.
It was two pages long and so vivid and clear.
Even now I can imagine him smiling at his choice of words and he's writing it.
I can only remember a few lines.
But those lines were enough.

"You know I'll come back to you, my loyal and faithful child. A Father always comes back to his children. Don't be sad while I'm gone..."
Lots of love,
I remember as plainly as if it had happened as I clasped that letter to the my chest, smiling, knowing I'd keep it forever.
He was something else.
Lots of love...