Your Name

Last night I had a dream.
In the dream, I had a seizure.
And when it was over, I awoke and all I would say was his name.

I called out for him. Over and over again.
The only person I wanted was him.

And then I woke up.


"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone."

You know how stubborn I am. But I'll just admit it. I'll just say it.
I miss you.