The night before, I must have been thinking about you more than usual because I had a dream about you that night.
In the dream, your flawed self and weakness was revealed as you stood, hurt, in your office as someone yelled at you and stormed out. I peeked in and asked if you were alright. Knowing that I wanted to talk to you, you told me to have a seat and began to clean up the table. As you tried to put things away, I saw a tear roll down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away.
My heart ached to embrace you. To hold your pain in my heart. To let you know that you were not alone.
To love you as how you have loved me.
Flawed. Imperfect. Broken.