I asked father if he dreamed about you he said every day. Which gave me the reassurance that I wasn’t the only one missing you. I wake up to a soaking pillow and uncontrollable sobs almost every day. Hoping it would be dream and that you would turn around rub my back and tell me to go back to sleep.
But all I’m confronted with is an empty pillow and unbearable darkness.
I don’t know how long it will take to move on. To remember you without tears in my eyes or how a many dreams I will have of you. All I hope for is that one day I remain in the dream with you and never experience the hurt of waking up and you not being there
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