Dream, or No Dream

i had a boyfriend, his name was Ryan, and he got shot two years ago, and died. well, i was asleep one night, and i was awakin by this weard noise coming from my closet. i just ignored it at first, but then it got louder. i turned over to face my closet. the door was open, and in the door stood ryan. it was freaky. i went over to the figure, and touched it. it felt like a real person. i said,"Ryan, is that you?" he answered "Yes, it is me. I have missed you so much, have you missed me?" i said, "this can't be real, youre not real." he tryed to hug me but i pushed him away. i fell on my bed and started to cry. i laid down and fell asleep. the thing must have left because when i woke up the next morrning, it was gone.