There was a different dream that took me back to my old room. I was holding her and telling her it was okay to go. The sad thing is...I did that...in real life. I woke up in tears. Thankful that I had that time with her when she was more than just a dream. Thankful that she isn't in that state anymore. Thankful that of the millions of memories I have in that bedroom, the most important are the ones I have of her. Even more thankful that most of those memories DON'T involve her laying in that bed. But still...my heart is broken.
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
the waking up is the hardest part.
You roll outta bed and down on your knees,
and for the moment you can hardly breathe.
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not...'cause she's gone gone gone gone gone....."