Enjoy the little things.

Date: 7/26/2016

We were both sitting on this old bed I use to sleep on when I lived in this apartment, not long ago. The house was my dad's, we weren't doing anything bad, but I don't have to be doing anything to enjoy myself with her. We were both sitting next to each other, I had my guitar and I was strumming to one of her songs while she sang. We went through the song, and said a couple of things, joking around a lot. I don't think I could have enjoyed myself more than in that false moment. We started to go through the song again, and this time around she would sometimes reach over to form a cord for me. It started to sound more like smoke on the water as time passed, and I couldn't even explain how that song was something I was actually able to hear. I messed up a cord and started laughing and told her my thoughts about how it was sounding, i think It was me who knocked over a water bottle of water and it was so cold, we were both laughing so hard because it was surprise to us both. I think we were going to get close, maybe fall asleep next to each other? I woke up after the water thing, but this is way things felt the may be going. This is the second time I've had a dream about her, and I don't know how to handle the pain of dreaming about someone who's passed away. Unfortunately I'm enjoying these torturing moments, and hope it happens again soon.