For the first time in a few months, I had a dream about H. Not just some blury male figure, but MY H. It was short, but odd.
H was on leave, but we weren't in the house we just bought or his parents' house. I met him at some other place, like a room in a house with lots of people around. I think it was afternoon or evening when I met him there. We spent the night there and in the morning he reminded me that I better get going because he had to leave soon. I must have left to go to work or something. I came back later to make the bed up and he was already gone. Then it dawned on me that I hadn't kissed him goodbye. Then it dawned on me that we hadn't kissed at all. Then it dawned on me that he hadn't seemed to be concerned about it. I remember feeling sad and disappointed for a moment. Then it was gone and I went on to have other dreams and woke up feeling fine.
