Every night I dream of her. I dream of what we had. What we could have had. What we had dreamed of having. I dream of the wedding. I dream of the house. I dream of the love we would share. I dream of the children we would have had. The names we had picked out. I dream of the road trips. I dream of the vacations. I dream of visiting the family around Christmas time, and watching our children play. I dream of all the Christmas presents. I dream of making coffee every morning for her. I dream of making pancakes and sausage on our anniversary every year. I dream of all the smiles. I dream of all the times I would say I love you before we went to sleep. I dream about her more and more. And every time I wake up I remember ... she doesn't share those dreams anymore.
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