I had a wonderful dream and a terrible feeling when I woke.

My dream was with you and I relived all those good moments in Guernsey.

How I slept in your bed, not sex but dreaming about the love we shared and how I would make you a coffee and when we were apart I would just wait to see you again.

I dreamt about us watching our shit TV and shutting the world out and myself, wrapped so safe and secure in your love. I dreamt about your beauty and how seeing you made everything alright.

Then I woke and felt the terrible loss of you. The feeling of your body entwined with mine and the smell of your skin, as I laid wrapped around you was gone. I woke up feeling scared, lost and alone. But it feels a bit safer letting you know how much I miss you and love you, still.

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