Oh No!

I am typing this while I am on the bus en route to New York.

Earlier today, I tried to write something smart - I had to while away my time. But, I seemed to have run out of things write about. I tried to type in a few words and then found myself deleting them - they never made sense. So I went to sleep instead.

It was a restful sleep.

But, I dreamt of you. Again. This time, it was more vivid - it was as if I could see you; that I was with you.

Something happened. I think, we were somewhere - maybe it was in New York. It was winter. It was a promise. I was crying - loudly, hysterically, and, of course, dramatically.

When I woke up, I was still on the bus and, of course, you were not there. And then I remembered the dream - I shivered.

Now I find it comforting that you, along with everything else about you, are just a dream; a happy coincidence, an imagined reality; untrue. Good thing, I don't know you otherwise, I may just as well find myself crying for real - loudly, hysterically, and, of course, dramatically.

In my dream, you died in my arms.

I killed you. Haha.