Dear Clark,
I dreamt about your friends last night. Not you, not directly. But somehow, you were still there, woven into everything like you always are.
In the dream, Benj finally replied to my message from July 13. Do you remember that? You probably don't even know I messaged him. Before he left for Canada, I sent him a simple message asking him to take care of you. I didn't say much more. It wasn't my place anymore, but it was my quiet way of loving you from afar.
In my dream, three months later, Benj messaged me saying, "Clark needs you."
Then Chester messaged me too. He told me that up until now, you're still crying because you miss me.
It was just a dream, but those words pierced through me like sunlight after a long night. For a moment, I let myself believe them. For a moment, it felt like maybe, somewhere inside you, there's still a part that aches the way I do.
I woke up with that feeling still lingering. The kind of ache that's tender, not overwhelming. I thought about you for most of the day, like I usually do. But today, it wasn't with desperation. It was softer.
I wonder if you ever think about me when you wake up early in the morning. I wonder if dreams ever take you back to us, the way they often take me. I wonder if, in some quiet corner of your mind, you miss me too.
Clark, I miss you. That hasn't changed. Some days the missing is loud and unbearable. Some days it's quiet, like today. I don't know how long it will stay, or when it will fade, but I'm learning to live with it without letting it consume me completely.
Even if my dream isn't real, I want you to know something real: I loved you, and I still do. That love shows up in unexpected places, in my dreams, in my quiet moments, in my words. And even though you're far, even though we haven't spoken in months, that love hasn't disappeared overnight.
Maybe one day, this love will settle into something calmer, something that doesn't ache as much. But for now, it still lingers, like a soft echo in the early morning.
Wherever you are, I hope you're okay. I hope you're surrounded by warmth, by people who make you feel at home. And selfishly, I hope that sometimes, you think of me too.
Always,
Alyssa (Phineas, Arlo, Fifi, and Mang)
Last updated on:2025-10-07T19:01:00+05:30
Comments (4)
this is so tender. do you think you’d want to reach out to clark someday or are you trying to keep this as something you just hold quietly?
No reaching out. I know my worth. No contact for me is just another day for him hehe
i’ve noticed dreams do that when you’re still holding so much love. it’s wild. what helped me was letting myself feel it but not reading too deep into it, like “okay brain, thanks for the movie” and then slowly going on with my day.
i used to dream about my ex’s friends too, like my brain was trying to sneak him back in without saying his name. i remember once waking up thinking he’d texted me “i miss you” but it was just a dream. the soft missing you wrote about… i know that one. ❤️