Chase… I dreamt last night of you again, though we’ve never met and you most likely are just a figment of my aching imagination that only exists in my dreams, I can’t help but wonder if you might be real. If someday I might meet you in person. Or if you may exist in some alternate reality that my soul visits when I dream. I’ve dreamed of you so many times, but this was the first time I learned your name, the first time I truly saw your face and it wasn’t just a blur in my memory when I woke up.
I fought so hard this morning to stay with you, to stay asleep, to deny the morning light and the sound of my alarm clock. I’ve lived whole lifetimes with you in my dreams. And when I wake up to this reality every time I weep in agony, because you’re not here with me. When I’m with you in my dreams I’m happy, so very happy. And we are so in love. And then I wake up and I’m still alone in this world. I hate it.
I wish I could stay with you, be where you are, come live in your world. Or that I could somehow find you in mine. I miss you terribly in between the times I see you. I wish I dreamed of you more often.
But at least now I have a better memory of your face and your voice, your eyes and your touch. And now I have your name, Chase.
The last thing I remember before waking up was knowing that I was about to be taken away from you again, I was about to be pulled back into my world and I begged you to find me, if you are a real Chase, come and find me in this world.
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