To the Girl in my dreams, whatever your name might be,

You haven't come to me in many months. The last I saw you, you kissed me on the pier, as we looked across the water, and then you faded away. That kiss: short, tender, sweet, lasting not more than a breathe; that was our most intimate moment in the years that you visited me. I remember waking right after, not in the usual sense of comfort I have had after your visits, but in a panic, afraid, worried, my heart pounding so hard it threatened to leap from my chest. Please, don't let that kiss have been a final goodbye.

I've never forgotten you. I remember how we've grown together. As I aged, so did you. As I matured, you did the same. Our minds and our bodies developed at pace with each other. Was this a manifestation of my mind, or are you really out there? I would like to see you, one day.

Yet in all your visits, I've never learned your name. In all our shared time together, I cannot recall your face. Nothing beyond your long brown hair, with subtle waves down its length, and your eyes, a green that always looked into my soul. I don't even recall your figure acurately, beyond that you were in enough shape to keep up with me as I rambled on.

You came to me in the darkest periods of my life, and I always felt better after your visits. Our long talks, and evening strolls beneath countless stars, always left me refreshed and renewed, sometimes for weeks afterwards. And yet, in the years of your visits, nothing more intimate than a hug or holding hands as we walked.

Until the end.

After my panic following that kiss, a kiss that I may never forget, I have fear I may never see you again. Please, come to me, at least one last time, to ease my troubled soul and let me know you are alright. One last time with you, is all I ask. You hold my heart, Girl in my Dreams.

All these years, I've wanted to ask you one question, one that I've been afraid to ask. Are you just in my head? or are you out there somewhere, and in your sleep, does my likeness come to you, to ease you when you are tormented, and to help you through troubled waters? Do we walk under the stars where you are, talking and holding hands through the night? I would be pleased to know if that were true.

I miss you. I am lonely in ways that I've never know, because you are not here to comfort my dreams. Please, on last visit.

Always yours in my sleep,
--C