It was a bit convoluted. You knocked on the door of my mom's house. My mom smiled wide as the door opened and she saw it was you. You had not aged. Your daughter was with you. In real life, my mom passed away long before your daughter was born.
Although it was never discussed, I sensed that you had left your husband and was hiding from him.
I could feel your presence with me all day. I felt so melancholy all day, knowing the things I have missed in my life. I miss the times with you. I miss you terribly. I miss the times we had together.
I remember my mother asking me why I never married you, in my dream. All I can do is wonder the same thing. In real life, I don't think you and my mom ever met, but I think she would have liked you. In my dream, she thought the world of you.
You were dressed as you dressed when we ran around together, not like in other dreams I have had of you. It was the old you.
I was still nervous around you, like I was a teenaged boy around his biggest crush. After all these years, I still feel it, even when I am dreaming.
For some reason, I think we were going to the class reunion together.
I woke up a few times but was able to get back into the dream after falling asleep again. It was a good night, and I really enjoyed spending it with you.
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