Will the dreams ever end?

It was fuzzy and heady in my dreams last night. But you were there, holding my hand because I was crying over something seemingly insignificant. You placed your long arms around me, and I huddled into the warm crevice of your chest, and everything felt right in the world. When you pulled away, I was reluctant. But you promised to show me something.

You led me by the hand, and I followed without question. You asked me to sit. I did. You bought me a dress and told me to wear it. I did. You asked me to stand and twirl. I did. I didn't know what we were doing, or what you were planning, but I liked it. I could have done it forever. I thought of how wonderful your hand felt in mine, and I reveled at how naturally everything had fallen into place. It felt like you were an extension of me. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you now, losing a part of me.

We were at a mall. I couldn't place where. It didn't matter. I was intoxicated with joy. It had been so, so long. Days into weeks into months. I didn't know if I was ever going to be able to see you in front of me. Much less touch you. I missed you. So badly I couldn't think of anything else for the longest time. I thought about you in the wee hours of the night. I wanted to talk to you. I missed your voice. I wondered what you were doing at certain hours in the day when my mind wandered to you. I subconsciously started looking for you in places where I was. I just wanted you. All I wanted was to hold you, and be held by you. To be loved so innocently by you. I wanted you... and here you were. What a blessing. I was so happy when you came back. So incredibly elated that I couldn't think all day. And I couldn't sleep that night. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to open my mouth and tell you everything I had never been able to tell you. But I couldn't. Why couldn't I tell you?

I started crying again. And you stopped to ask me what was wrong. I threw myself into you because I didn't want you to see, and I didn't want you to leave me again. "I missed you," I mumbled into your shirt. "I missed you in the grandest way possible. I love you." I felt you kiss my forehead as you squeezed me tighter. I could've melted into you. Because it was like magic. All that sadness I felt had dissipated in an instant. How magical you are. My dear, my love, my one and only.

And as I pulled away from you a little, I felt something tug in the recesses of my mind. There was something... not quite right. I couldn't think of what it was. Everything was just right where it should be. But you were going to say something. You had opened your mouth. Suddenly you looked greatly saddened. I didn't like it. I didn't want you to be sad. It shattered me to pieces. Tell me. Tell me everything, my love. Let me make it better.

But I woke up.

How terrible you are, brain. For manifesting something so cruel like that. Reality is harsh enough.