You were in my dream the other night

I was at that muslim cemetery you were buried in, which is a little heart wrenching because you are without a doubt athiest. I found some kind of ritual you can do to bring a loved one back for a little while, it was hell to do, but it was possible and I did it. You came back but it wasn’t the same. You were happier, and more at peace, rather you were still your condescending self. Just not as much. We talked for a while, and I felt so much better. Your family members and some friends came to the gravesite. Some could see you and some couldn’t. Your mother could and she just wept in my arms. The people that didn’t know you as well couldn’t see you but knew you were there. It was exhilarating, yet I still wanted to punch the shit out of you for what you did. For what you did to yourself, and in result, what you did to all of us. I like talking to you for advice. You’ve always been sucha a great and loyal friend. I know you will always steer me right. <3

Anyone that has read this, don’t be the person some one is dreaming about. Talk to me before you do this.  Comment below or ask for a personal contact. Love to you all <3