Ethan,

Last night I dreamt I was visiting and you brought me roses. You were drawn to me as we sat face to face after almost two years.

The last time I dreamt of you, you were visiting. Only you were at my childhood home, sitting on a swivel chair in my bedroom, surrounded by the neighborhood kids I used to be friends with. It looked like you were telling them a story and they were listening intently. After all this time, that home, my childhood home, has been the ONLY home that actually felt like home...and that’s where you ended up when you were visiting me.

I can’t help but feel it’s because you felt like home...and you still do.

Here’s to hoping. Here’s to hoping and not feeling like a fool in the end.

- Scarlet