I dreamed about you. I dreamed about you in the early hours of February 1, 2024, the day I learned I would lose you.
We were at the beach, late afternoon, the sun in a strong orange tone setting at the end of the horizon, we ran to the water on that empty beach, throwing the water at each other, playing and laughing as if in a false memory of an old childhood.
When I dreamed about you, feeling the warmth of our laughter, feeling the hope of not waking up, my mind can experience the alternation between the pain of losing you and the sweetness of having you.
Everything remains fresh in my mind, the orange sunset, the smiles, the water of the beach moving around us, the way we ran across the sand, carried by the lightness of a child, who upon waking, I realized no longer existed.
To this day, I have tattoos on my soul that scream the name of each one of you. The way you look at me still pierces my heart and rocks me to the sound of the ocean waves, a vicious feeling that I know I will never stop loving.
I will continue living in the past, hoping that one day you will be able to see and hear me with the same eyes and ears that you used to have.
I’m sorry for letting you go like sand slipping through my fingers. It was never my intention to give up so easily.
I hope with all my heart and with the rest of the happy memories that I have of us, that I can have you here with me at the next meeting. At the next reunion. Even if it is in another life.

With all the love present in my veins,

V.