We're getting a hotel room with quite an assorted group of people and I tell him he can't smoke.

She's there. She is so there. I can't stop looking at her and I can't stop touching her because I'm so afraid for the moment she'll be gone again. She says, "I can't wait to see you again."

I'm crying so hard and I'm still not sure if it's in my dreams or real life.

It's so unfair that all we have now are dreams.