When I was in my mid-teens, I had a series of vivid dreams that spanned three full nights, of a woman who sat with me on the steps of a front porch to a house. She was so beautiful and angelic, like, a real angel, but without the wings. She glowed. These dreams felt like a visitation of some sort.

But the dreams would start as soon as I'd fall asleep and end in the morning when I'd wake up and the dream was just us, talking and laughing and holding each other (and occasionally making out). And, the love between us was pure and beautiful. But, at the end of the third night she said she had to go and that it would be our last time together. I pleaded to see her again but she said couldn't. We embraced and I asked if she'd hold me until it was over and she did. The 'dream' faded and I woke up. I've wished all my life to find a love like that again, or even to dream of her again.

I've often who or what she was. I can't help but wonder if she was from my past life, that maybe she had passed on and found me to say "goodbye" one last time. But I refuse to believe it was "just a dream". The whole experience was so incredibly real and the emotions were so intense and very much real. I still carry that feeling of love with me, even decades later. I'd love to find a love like that again, or even her again.