Well they never really end but certain times of the year they are more frequent, more real, more vivid. And I wake up remembering them.
Last night I had a dream. And it’s a dream I wish could come true. If even just one more time. I dreamt that I was at dinner with my dad. I dreamt that he and Matt got to meet each other and he finally got to see me being loved just the way I deserve. That the love I have so big inside of me was being received and appreciated.
The only problem with these dreams is they won’t come true, you wake up from them instead of living them.