Last night I dreamt that I was giving a speech at my old school (couldn't really tell if it was Drew or Hill, dreams are funny that way) in an area that looked more like a coliseum from Ancient Greece. I was walking around the upper most level watching all of the people gather to hear me speak. I walked past a collumn and I saw a familliar face a few steps below. I walked down the stairs a bit to get a closer look. It was him. I hadn't seen him in years and there he was. He looked up at me and gave me this look of total digust, as if I had dirt on my face. There was an ache in the center of my chest that woke me from my dream. I sat up in bed and realized that after 2 and a half years of secretly hoping to see this man again, it was never going to happen.
This is my official "Goodbye" to a man that I once knew. Even though you left a long time ago, I still kept you with me. Wherever you are, I hope you are happy. God Bless!