My friend Jeremy died a few years ago. He was in the Navy and we were dating. I broke up with him because my feelings for him weren't as strong as they should have been. He got upset and went AWOL (abscense without leave) and was beaten to death a few weeks later, which was ironic because he was a boxer. I feel responsible for his death to this day and I miss him so much. He was buried with my military dog tags in his hand.
I had a dream about him the other night, that I was in a house and I looked out the window and there were some guy friends of mine (none of them know each other in real life, but they knew each other in the dream) in the driveway looking at a new car. The house seemed pretty upscale. Well Jeremy was there looking at the car with the others, but looked up and saw me in the window. He came inside and just held me without saying anything. And I started crying and then I told him, "I thought you were dead, Jeremy. They told me you died." Then I woke up.
2007-02-05
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