Dreams are funny things

Last night I had a dream in which T and I were walking hand in hand through a built up place (it was actually a bit like Canary Wharf). T had still died but we were somehow back together again, talking about how it felt. T said something really succinct about the fact that he doesn't miss the children we didn't have, as that didn't happen so it's not important and we can't dwell on that, but he does miss the feeling of talking about having children together and planning for a future, as well as just sharing each other's lives, thoughts, hopes and dreams. It was the strangest thing. I was just walking along nodding my head in complete and utter agreement with everything he was saying. At last I'd found someone who understood how it felt! But of course he would understand, we would both have been in this together. It's hard that this one person who gets it and who knows exactly how it feels can only come to me in my dreams. I hope he visits me again soon. I woke up feeling dazed and confused, but while I was coming to and before I physically moved I could still feel his hand in mine and it was the best feeling on earth.