I dreamt of him again....back in the hospital. We were talking. Just like back...in the hospital. He was lying on my lap after he finally open his eyes. He told me he needed something...Just as I was about to respond, I woke up to find myself in the room...
The fact that he's not around anymore hit me real hard this time...cos' he felt so real in the dream.
I hate this feeling...
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