It stole the breath from my throat

Come back come back come back come back come back

It comes from nowhere, and today I realized that I am completely refusing to believe that any of it is real. I caught myself almost facing it and then thinking 'nope, not today.'

Crying is infectious, even through the internet

I dreamed about you last night for the first time since it happened. In my dream Josh and Kyle and I travelled back in time and we were at your old house, not the one on Bassett. You were laying on the couch and your hair was less red than it should have been and I hugged you and kissed you hard on the cheek, thinking that it wasn't a proper good bye, and you weren't mad at me anymore.

Dare I say,

it's going our way?