I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

I woke up with the biggest grin on my face this morning. The temperature in my room was anything but pleasant; I was sweating like nobody's business, but come to think of it, that might have been due to the fact that I just saw you. My heart was beating at an uncomfortably fast rate, but I was happy. Happy. And then I realized it was just a dream.

The choir was singing. It seems like it was a special holiday service, perhaps the annual Cantata or something of the sort. I was sitting on the second row on the left (Pastor's right,) all the way by the wall. And you were sitting next to me, so close that I could feel the heat from your leg. I could feel you tapping your foot like you always did. We talked for a long time, simple small talk about how each other was doing and what was new. Nothing spectacular. Later on (it seemed to go on forever, but I'm not complaining) we were sitting outside, under a tree. Still, we were talking. And I was thrilled to talk to someone who really knew me. I found out you had a girlfriend and the mood changed--her name was Judith or something ugly like that. But it wasn't weird. It was okay. I wasn't upset because we were just two old friends catching up and there was nothing there. It was okay to talk about love interests because we were Jon and Jessica, just two old friends. Two old friends. It came time to for us to separate and I remember so clearly telling you this: "This has been nice. I've missed talking to you so much, not as my boyfriend, but as my best friend. I would love to keep in touch--talk maybe once, twice a month?" (Not to be confused with reality, in which I made a similar request but was laughed at, ignored and forgotten.) The sun was shining and before I knew it we were back at church, sitting so close to each other. After the service ended, your family was angry because you spoke to me and began fighting with you just like old times. And then I woke up, sweaty and out of breathe because I saw just you.

Call me crazy, but it was nice catching up. We'll have to do it again sometime. I don't know where you are and I don't know what you're doing nor do I have any clue where we stand, but whatever the case, I hope you're happy and getting as much out of life as you possibly can because nothing would give me a greater sense of peace.