The dream had been so real, so pressing that, although I was just beginning to become closer, again, with the woman who would be my Ex, I had to go to the house which, in the dream of you, I had seen that girl.
More than once, passed by, it on the opposite by diagonal, side of the lake upon which I had grown-up, and looked for her/you there.
Once, I had asked someone outside there whether they had a girl which met your description, but they simply looked on, baffled and said, 'no'.
Then, in the intervening years with my becoming daily-estranged, fleet-footed and erstwhile gal, whose reputation grew as an about town Sue, I would suddenly remember that girl in that one, singular and amazing dream, and think of where she was, what her life was like...
In and out of other relationships, I would recall that girl, the dream, the peculiar thing she had said, and wondered again where and how she was.
Your revelation that we had likely crossed paths on MySpace makes sense, as when i saw you in, All The Colours Of The Dark, and, Said Goodbye To That Car, you seemed so incredibly vibrant and familiar, and I more than thought -- deeply, inwardly-knew, that you were her.
My mom asked why I was smiling and crying, and couldn't quite understand until I said,
"That's her. The girl from my dream, ...all those years ago."
The number of years that needed to pass before I was released from the bond of my word to care for my mom came and went, and then, after her death, I came home from my cruel job on the Navy base an hour away, and I logged in to Pandora and your channel, and saw that you were on tour...
You know all the rest, my Love
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