Even though I don't believe Dom and I ever loved eachother in a romantic sense, it was definitely "true" love. I was so connected with him, and there was a bond of years between us. We had bought our first bikes together, we had been to our first swimming team together, we had even been in the same Boys' Scouts platoon. We knew everything that there was to know about eachother, and even though separation was difficult when he was accepted to one school and I another, we had quickly adjusted our journeys to involve meeting - even briefly - every morning and afternoon.
I often dream about him, asking me to go back to him. It has been hard for me over the last couple of years, to accept that he is no longer in my life, and this has been evident in my dream life.
I often dream about Kay too, the girl that he eventually ended up with. I dream that they are still together, walking hand-in-hand in town, before Dom spots me. He comes to me and we spend a dream together, doing dream-styled things that aren't really possible, fading in from one location to the next and talking in a disjointed manner about peculiar things. Towards the end of the dream, it is evident that he regrets being without me, and I am drawn to him once more, ashamed that it should make me so content that he wants me again. Dom tells me he wants me back, and I am happy.
They aren't nightmares, but I do wake up with a lingering feeling of misplaced excitement, pining for a dream boy that isn't there anymore.
