I dreamt I was sitting opposite him, trying to stare intently, as he was at me. He had put the gold locket onto me. I felt guilty. Guilty that I couldn't look at him the way he was at me. He asked me why I wasn't as emotional as I usually was. I tried to stare with the same intensity that we had all those years ago. But there was too much guilt. I was thinking of being somewhere else. In recent times I hadn't felt the intensity from him, thus I had somewhat given up that it was still there, inside of him, between us. He said he wanted to recapture the emotion and intensity we'd had all those years ago. I remember what it was like, but I was scared that too many mundane things had taken over our life and now I was scared for him to see me that vulnerable and emotional again. Where was the passion, where was the intensity in our conversation that once kept us all night talking for hours and listening to music that perforated into our souls and into each other. I was afraid we had lost that. I had felt it, but not with him. I was scared to admit this.