I dreamed about you again last night. You would think that after 10 years, it wouldn’t happen, but somehow you’re still there- stuck in my subconscious; hopefully not stuck in my heart. Whenever you come in my dreams, I always try and linger in sleep that much longer, just to keep you for a little while. That’s not to say I’m not happy; I am wonderfully, blissfully happy in my life! And yet- Sometimes I think that there is another ME out there, the ME that stayed with you, accepted your offer of marriage and we’re happy. Happy enough that it bleeds into my dreams. And if we’re not out there somewhere, together, then I suppose I am satisfied that in my dreams (in yours too, possibly?) we’re togeteher.