I spent all night dreaming of Lynne... I cried myself to sleep before then. I knew I'd see her again, even if it was just a dream.
I love her so much... I wish she was back with me, in my arms, where I could protect her from harm and keep her happy again.
I was told she died happy... That she always wrote about me, that she had never been happier before in her life... That I made the difference. She died happy... Right? Is that what matters? Her suffering is over, and she got what she wanted in life, even if we couldn't meet one another?
This is more than unreal. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel natural... As if it wasn't meant to happen.
I feel that this isn't the end of her, and that she is nearby, wherever she is right now.
"Don't say it's over, because I just can't say goodbye..."
I love you, Lynne...please come back to me...