I only remember one dream in my life. I have recalled it over and over. Every detail, every sound, every emotion at the time of the dream, still so very powerful and even now so many years after I had it.

 My love collapses into my arms and time speeds up as I scream for him to stay with me. His face so brave now, his breathing so ragged, his life coming to its end – my eyes blur with tears, only one emotion is present, my throat is thick with grief.

 “Please” I beg him “please don’t leave me” I say heavily.

 My love says nothing for what seems like a long time, but stares up into my face as if to etch it into his soul for all time.

 “I love you” he says softly and dies in my arms

 “I love you” I say, unsure if my words were heard.

 “I love you” I whisper once more, mostly in prayer.

 I wake.

 My pillow is wet from crying in my sleep and I feel so lost. I ache for the man I have lost, a man I don’t even know and oddly, save for his eyes, those eyes that held his love for me right to the end and even beyond, I can’t even remember his face.

 I weep into the night, for the man of my dreams, my love, lost.

 In dreams we can be anyone, but is it also a record of who we once may have been? Who knows, all I know is that some how, I am comforted by the knowledge I had once been loved so greatly, even if only in my dreams.