Even though we don’t talk now, I still speak to you in my dreams.

There are times where I can’t wait to go to sleep just because that means there’s a chance that you’ll be there waiting to update me on everything else that’s going on.

I talk to you, and it all feels so real. I can’t get enough of that sleep because even though that energy is like nothing else, I feel great. The crazy part of it all is that even though it makes me feel a lot more relaxed and rested than before, it makes me want to go back to sleep even if it’s just for an extra 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes of you is all that I ever ask for. How could I ask for more?

I watched Interstellar the other day, and I caught the scene in which they talk about how time is relative, but love is the concept we just about made up that doesn’t make much sense at times. We love people who pass away, but there’s no real point to it all. I don’t know the significance of loving you at this point, but I don’t know what else to do.

I hate the idea that I can talk to you at least a little bit, but only in my dreams. I can’t even speak to you, but that’s exactly how I like it.