I miss you. I just want to hug you.

I kept imagining a scene in my mind. I'm waiting outside your office, and you walk up to me with your easy smile and say, "Raine, it's good to see you." I let my bag fall on the ground, open my arms, and ask, "can I have a hug?" You smile and say, "of course." You open your arms, and we embrace. And then I tell you I had a dream where you died and I went to your funeral...