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dear friend,

i dreamt of you the other night. your presence felt natural, as if you’ve always been right beside me. i don’t remember what you told me, but i remember it being funny. it was probably another one of your jokes, those that made me bubble up in giggles. i’m glad you still have your sense of humor.

dear friend,

i’ve been thinking about that dream still. you gave me a big hug and it felt so warm and real. you held my hand and whispered something in my ear, but i can’t remember what it was.

but it felt so warm and real.

dear friend,

what does it feel like dying? when you opened your eyes, did you see your dad’s farm? did you see our old third grade classroom? wherever you are, i hope you have something comforting to eat. i hope you no longer see those snowy plains.

dear friend,

when i die, take me with you. when i die, i hope you’ll be there to receive me with another warm hug. i need one from you often.