I’ve done a lot of psychiatric work to deal with the hole in my heart and the day to day dysphoria moments have slowly become bearable.

But I still have the dreams.

Cooking together, sharing our favorite movies with each other, the stupid spats over silly trivialities, playing card games while exchanging playful jabs, and the… well… intimate parts of what I imagine cohabitation is like.

Then, like always,…

I wake up.