I woke up in the middle of the night full on crying in my sleep. I was dreaming of him, it felt so real. It felt more of a memory than a dream, the scene was so familiar to me. We were in a bed room, we were talking about us, it was emotional, it was soft, it was a safe space to speak out. I was telling him, that we had lost our way. He gave me a side ways look, then I rephrased my statement to I lost my way. Then I had asked him to tell me everything about the cheating situation. I looked down on my hands, and a jade necklace was wrapped around my palm. Could have been a rosier. He looked hesitant, he looked torn. He didn’t know where to begin. I reached for his hand, I have it a squeeze, and pressed me lips to it. And in that moment, he whispered “I love you” to me. In my dream I felt reliefed wasjing over me, and at the same time pained. I started crying in my dream, then I woke up crying out loud in the dark. My chest was in pain, and I could not stop crying. Eventually I cried my self back to sleep.
This is the second time, I’ve woken up crying from a dream of him.