It’s Never Too Late

I’m going to talk about something personal today. Appreciate this because I’m not someone who reveals vulnerability very often. Last night I had a bad dream. We all do but I’m talking about one of those dreams you vividly remember and leaves you shaken to your core.

My girlfriend and I live on opposite coasts (an arrangement we both want to change). I received a phone call telling me that she had died. I felt like my heart had been ripped out it was so real. I could actually feel myself gasping for breath in my sleep. No details as to how or why, if there ever is a why. Only that the center of my universe was gone. The one who brings me joy, that good thing we all pray to find.

I remember trying to contact her sister but I don’t have her phone number (need to change that). I remember never feeling so powerless, even in my dream the world became a darker place without her.

And then I woke up.

I was relieved that it had all been a dream. But it had felt so real. Frighteningly so. I wanted to call her and tell her how much I loved her and was sorry for taking it all for granted. So that’s what I’m doing now.

I love you Arleen. You are the light of my life. Dream or no, it is all so empty without you. 💞💖

It’s never to late to tell the one you love who you feel.

Until next time. 😎🚬