A LITTLE BIT OF ME DIED


When you left me three years ago a little bit of me died. That day we put you in the ground, I knew I would never be the same. You took some of me with you, but how could you not?

You were my best friend, my brother. Some nights you come to me in dreams. Last night I dreamt of you again.

I was looking up at the stars. (Remember how we would look at the sky together?) There was a gentle breeze that I could taste. I closed my eyes to breathe it in. When I opened my eyes, there you were, right beside me. You looked at me and said my name. (I know in my heart that no one really knows anyone, but the way you said my name - at that moment I felt known.)

You reached over and touched my cheek. And I knew it would be ok.

I woke up then. My cheek tingled and there were tears on my face. I didn't care though.

I was happy.

I would do anything to have you back again. I think about this all the time. But then I think - Tonight I may dream. And when I dream, you may be there. And if not tonight, perhaps the next. I guess what I am trying to say is that I love you. I just wish I would have told you that more.

I might tell you tonight.



the love letter collection
submitted 10:44 PM EST
monday, october 20, 2008