Just a Handful of Letters

My dreams,
WHY? You said he'd be there today. And he wasn't. I want to see him so bad, and you said he'd be there. He did have two siblings playing in the same concert, and you said their mom would bring the rest of them for the concert. You said I'd get to see him. And then... nada. And you hurt me worse than he does some days. You show me what could be, us, happy, together, and then I wake up and he's not there. And I have to tell myself he never will be again. But those are the days I hate you the most. Because you put such an amazing picture of us in my head and I can't get rid of it. The picture stays there in my head and I can do nothing but watch it, over and over again.
Thanks alot.
Me