Last night, I dreamt you began liking my posts.
Not just tapping a screen—but really seeing me.
As if your heart had reached across time, and in some quiet moment, you let mine know:
I’m here.
It was a small dream.
No grand declarations.
No fireworks.
Just… presence.
The kind of dream that leaves behind a warmth that doesn’t fade with the morning.
I held onto it all day.
Not because I needed proof,
but because it felt like truth.
I wonder if, in some quiet space between waking and sleep, you felt it too.
A pull. A pulse.
Like someone was thinking of you—and loving you with a patience only God could teach.
If this letter finds you,
know that you’ve already found me.
And I’ll be here.
Liking your posts,
Loving you still,
Until the dream becomes real.
Tim
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