Thanks Tommy, it was nice to see you.

I need to write this down before it fads. 

My childhood love, who died years ago visited me last night in a dream. Since his passing years ago, he has not visited me in quite some time in my dreams. 

All I have left are impressions of him starring at me, wanting to talk to me, thinking I was special. 

There is a scene that I just woke up too where we were competing in some leg movement. Seeing who could finish all the reps faster, where we both ended up hoping up and down like mad men. Then we burst into uncontrollable laughter for how stupid we were. 

Skip back we were in French class and I sat in front of him. We were spelling out English words? The teacher was asking me about Panama and that she just needed to go after hearing about my trip. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. I could feel that someone wanted me. Someone loved me. It was nice to feel that even if it was only in my dreams. 

Thanks Tommy, it was nice to see you.