Good dream

Last night I had a good dream....
Which made me sad because it was invaded by someone I've been missing for almost twenty months now.
He's one of my favorite people in the world and I can't call him.
I can't see him. I can't facebook him or email.
All I can do is write him a letter... and I'm beginning to think he doesn't want me to write him anymore.


But forget those stupid fears I'm going to tell you about my good dream before it fades entirely away.

It started out with me and him in a lecture for LDS Institute.
We were in the back talking.
Then all of a sudden we were in a play.
One that was set during World War II, and was a love story.
He and I were playing the leads.
There was no kissing in the dream.
There was nothing seductive or flirtatious about the way he held me in the dream.
He was just holding me close telling me how much he love me for protecting him.
I don't know what I did to protect him.
I don't know how I chose to do what I did.
But I do know that when his arms were around me holding me to him I wanted to cry from happiness.
Is it a vision of the future?
Is it a wish of the heart?
I don't know. I don't care.
All I know was that dream made me feel good about myself.
And I haven't felt good about myself in a long time.
Thank you E!