Back to the Dreaming

Some nights ago I dreamed of Alphabet (read my "pink" blog for the story). In that dream, I know and he knows that he's already gone. He was wearing white, and had this peaceful smile, a charming laugh, actually. The dream was a bit hazy, but I can still remember that we talked for a while (though nothing about my thing for him), among the flowers and what seem to be his grave. It's strange how I can dream of him after all these years, and realize I've finally said my goodbye, just as maybe, the dream was also his way of saying goodbye. I know whereever he is now, he is at peace and happy.