Last night, I dreamt of you. I walked into a bar with my parents, and there you were, wearing this t-shirt and a suit jacket and getting your hair cut by some girl I didn’t know. I looked away and tried to avoid you seeing me like I used to long ago when we both worked at the mall and you’d ride that little scooter around in Natural Wonders.
When I woke up, I felt sad and a little empty and I wanted to call you more than anything but I can’t. I wish you knew.