I woke up in tears this morning; it was the weirdest dream. It was present day, but I found objects belonging to someone very close to me as a child. These objects may have been considered junk to anyone, even to that person, and even to me, but I relived an actual era in my childhood for that moment. In the dream itself. I started crying because I realized how meaningless these things were to anyone, even meaningless to me, but the special things they had written on them shot me back to a time I will never have again and I am so far removed from it.

It was just words written on cardboard boxes, or even just written on the underside of dresser drawers. They reminded me of another time. I can’t explain what happened, it just did. Even now, as I’m writing this, I’m just lying here in tears that I can’t really explain. I currently have three male roommates and I’m unashamed of my tears.

It’s just a dream, but it meant so much.

To you, who this belonged to, thank you, thank you for the great childhood we had together, full of life and imagination. Even though distance always held us apart, you were so good to me and you were always there. We’ve gone our separate ways now, but you’ll always be my longest relationship besides me and my brother.

You’ll probably never see or read this, but thanks again, I love you, it may not seem so at times, but I really do love you.