It was two days before my birthday that I dreamt about you.
Two things struck me as odd.
First, I rarely dream, when I do they are of visions of the future or warnings from the supernatural.
Dreaming is my sixth sense in a way.
Second, I hate my birthday, but you promised that no matter what you'd make me love my birthday.
I dreamt of you.
It was a strange dream.
It ended with you telling me you'll always love me, but you want me to move on to someone else.
I was crying as you spoke, knowing that this was my only closure.
My only chance to say goodbye.
So that's what I did.
You cupped my face with your hand, only for a moment, and told me to find true happiness.
You stared at me, wiping away my fallen tears, and kissing my forehead barely.
Your kiss felt as a light pressure, as if only a gust of soft wind was paused there on my forehead.
You pulled away, tears brimmed in your eyes, and you said "I will always love you. Now, I must say goodbye.".
And with that, you backed away into a bright opening of golden yellow light, leaving me again.
Before I woke, I whispered softly to the spot you had been standing in, "I love you and it pains me to say this, but goodbye.".
I woke from that dream, feeling light and happy, but tears were threatening to prickle out.
My birthday was two days later.
I never heard from you on that day, but I knew you were there.
I felt your presence.
That was the best birthday I've ever had.
That was my favorite birthday.
