I dreamed about Cheo last night. I just remembered. It was good. It was… comforting. It was friendly, and warm, and loving. In the dream, he was still gone. But I got to say some things that I wish I could’ve said.
Thirteen years ago, I made a choice. I chose the man who is now my husband. I do not regret that choice… but for thirteen years, I have not stopped resenting the fact that I thought I had to choose.