Ever since you passed, I've been hurt reading people's tweets about how you visited them in their dreams and I wondered why you hadn't came to see me yet. Was I really not that important to you anymore? I smelt you a couple times at Nestor's house which is something I can't get over. I didn't even get to mark you with the vanilla scent at your funeral and yet that is your exact smell when you come by. I'm grateful that you do come by often, but I wish I actually saw you, so I can talk to you. It's so crazy, but I had super long dream today. I'll try to explain it as best as I can:
When I woke up, it took me a while to process if that really happened. I didn't even realize you had popped up in my dream, but when it hit me, I was like "Woah wait. Did you really visit me?" I rarely remember dreams these days, so when I do, I like to decipher the meaning of them. The biggest thing I figured out was that you tend to show up in people's dreams while they're crying. I couldn't quite understand why I saw your "ghost" in my dream and why I was the only one who could see you, but I was glad I did. I'm happy I got to see you alive and well even if it was for a few minutes. If I could see you spiritually, I hope that's how you look like roaming around. You were the prettiest then, and you still are now. I miss you. Come visit again soon okay?
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