I dreamed of Ian last night. I’ve only had a couple dreams about him, so it was unusual. He’d survived his suicide attempt and we were at an event. I became annoyed with him for being the social butterfly and leaving me alone to go say hi to numerous people, but reminded myself to be grateful that he was still around to get annoyed with and just enjoy the time he was around. So I did. And he always came back.
And then I woke up.
Brains are cruel sometimes.
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