he takes care of me, even now. five years have almost passed and he still comes to visit. he stayed for a long time last night, just talking with me about nothing really. and then he complimented how much i've grown since he's last seen me. and told me how proud he is. is. not was, not could have been, is. and then he made me a peanut butter and banana sandwich. it was the best dream that i could ever ask for.
if you could come back, it would truly be the best kind of miracle.
I hate those dreams for how much they make us want them.
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