But here's one truth I've observed over the past seven years:
Every time I saw Chris in my dreams, something bad happened to me.
I started to dread seeing you there, Chris.
I didn't want you visiting my dreams anymore—but I couldn't stop it.
It was as if my energy was pulling in all the wrong things.
Was it a coincidence?
Or was some dark energy dragging me down?
Whenever I dreamed of you, something unsettling would happen that day—at work, at home, in my family life.
It never failed.
Please, don't come into my dreams anymore, Chris.
It's now 2025.
I haven't seen you in my dreams recently—maybe once or twice, at most.
Maybe you're saying goodbye to my dreams too.
Or maybe I'm finally letting go of thinking about you.
Honestly, I don't know what to call what I'm feeling anymore.
There was one morning though—a memory I can't forget.
I had woken up crying.
I had dreamed of you.
In the dream, I was sobbing, and when I opened my eyes, real tears were rolling down my cheeks.
It was the first time that had ever happened—crying in my sleep and waking up with tears.
My ex-husband had woken me, startled.
"Why were you crying?" he asked.
I quickly wiped my cheeks and lied.
"I don't remember. I think it was a nightmare," I said.
What else could I say?
But Chris… do you know something?
Lately, I've been feeling much lighter.
You haven't been visiting my dreams the way you used to.
And maybe… that's okay.