I dreamt about you last night. It’s been a while, but it still took my breath away when I realized it wasn’t real. I don’t know what triggered it. Probably just this time of year; college football; seeing your team all over the tv since they don’t play until tonight. Saturday was your favorite day of the year. I remember two years ago you were so excited that I’d agreed to take a whole day to sit and watch all college football had to offer with you. We made a huge spread and both felt terrible about half way through the day from all the junk food. Anyways, in my dream we ran into each other at the beach. You were passing through for drill weekend and missed me enough to reach out and spend time with me. You were still the most attractive person I had ever seen and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. When I asked you about your daughter, you shut down. I woke up hoping and believing that maybe you had tried to contact me. But you hadn’t. I know you won’t. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to let you go. But it isn’t today. And that’s ok. I’ve decided that’s ok.














