'Cause all too soon the Clock will Strike Midnight and She'll be Gone.

i dreamt about him last night, it's like he felt my anxiety attacking my body and came racing to the rescue, just like he used to.
i jumped into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, "oh how i missed you!"
he laughed, "hi princess, you look good"
i introduced him to everyone he'd never met and told him all the secrets that i've needed to share with someone who would help me.

it's not that i ever wish you weren't here, but i don't miss you the way i did when you first died. the pain's numbed over in a way that keeps me functioning. i make a mental note of all the things i want to share with you and somehow hope they reach your ears.

know that i love you. always.