It’s that feeling you get when you’re dreaming and you fall, fall, fall and can’t stop it. You want so badly to scream and wake yourself up. To yell “It’s just a dream! You’re ok!” but you can’t because it’s also the feeling of being punched in the stomach and gasping for a breath that seems like it will never come. I know you’re completely past it and you probably moved on a long, long time ago, but you’re the unshakeable dream in my life that persists as though it were a nightmare. I miss you. There I finally came as close to saying it as I ever will. I miss you, but I’m trying to let go.