I dreamed that Stu was alive. I dreamed I was visiting his grave and suddenly, there he was. He explained what had happened - the doctors wanted to try an experimental surgery and so they put him in a coma-like state but they were unsure if it was going to work so they let me think that he had died since they weren't sure if he was going to survive anyway.
But he did. And he'd lost a bunch of weight and was almost at his goal weight. He looked so happy and I just hugged him and gave him a kiss and told him I was sorry for those last days when I was so angry and hurt and wild and helpless.
It was just like it used to be. We were laughing and joking and holding hands and we never stopped touching. I knew how precious this chance was and I was not going to let him go.
We moved out of our one bedroom CIU apartment and moved into a beautiful two-bedroom in the city and it was the beginning of something new and beautiful...
And then I had to wake up.
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