5 am, wake up and sitting on edge of bed. I dreamed my dream. Dreamed he loved me with gently and much loving things inside. I could see his face so cleared. I could feel his touch so real. I could smell his so deep. I could see his smile. How can I am not crying this time ? Missing him beyond his think. Loving him over he imagine. Longing him in many years, cant find any difference between want and need anymore because mean same in passing years. I am a woman who has heart which not make from steel. I am not always a power puff.