There was a very brief period when I passionately wished I could have her back. It’s been so long that I have trouble remembering when it was. Maybe a dozen years ago? I’m not sure.
I no longer think about her very often — although I’ve written about her before — but I dreamed about her Tuesday night. I have no idea why. As I thought about the dream right after I woke up this morning, my first thought was, “Be careful what you wish for, David.”
In the dream, I still lived in the townhome where I lived for about 20 years in another Birmingham suburb. We had just married and she had moved in with me — but it felt more like a nightmare than a dream.
The narrative was less about her than it was about what she was doing to the space in which I lived. It felt very symbolic of something dark and dangerous going on in my mind and heart.

What demons cause us to abandon one who offers what we need?
Why exactly is it such a big deal to be invited to the White House?
Healthy romance features mutual growth, not just ‘take me as I am’
Apologize while you still can, because you’ll live with regret
Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah
Sometimes we should ignore idiots who yell about non-existent racism
Traits that lead to great romance don’t always make right partners
Class experiment is evidence: Folks want something for nothing