i had a dream last night
that Brad was with me... we just hung out, and enjoyed each other, y'know, he was being him, i was being me, we were being us, the way it should be. Why do i dream of him, it is so cruel. Together i felt this hole inside of me fill up. . it is a dream i didn't want to wake up from. I would have quite happily not have woke up from such a beautiful dream. I failed him as a friend and i'm so fuckin sorry for that!