I won't let you go tonight

It begins with a song. The song. 
You see through a window. The kind of window that's divided into fours. You see two best friends. He holds her while she cries. While tears spill from her eyes, never ending for a second, while she chokes and sputters on her words. You don't hear what she's saying. Just the song. Even without hearing the words you hear her pain. And through her pain you can see his too. You can see that her problem is not his trouble, but her trouble is his trouble. The tears from her eyes essentially form tears in his. He holds her tight while she cries. And while he cries too. Then they're driving. And he holds her hand. While she cries. Shakes her head and cries. You feel the desperation while she shakes her head. The hopelessness. The lost feeling. She knows where she is, where she wants to be, but not how to get there. You feel him promising that he'll help her to find out. You feel his promises. But still all you hear is the song. They're at the carousel. It's dark now. With willow trees surrounding them. A lake beneath them. A peer with the most beautiful tree by it. If I was an artist I could easily draw it from memory. They sit on the carousel. Not on the horses or any of the moving figures. But on the ground. Beside each other. Crying. Together. Her crying becomes so thick that all she can do is shake her head while he holds his arm tight around her. They both know what she wants to do, but he refuses to let it happen. He walks away, just stands by the car and cries. While she sits alone holding the gun to her head. Her left hand feels too empty for her to go through with it. She needs his hand in hers. She cries out for the weakness of not being able to do it on her own. And he hears it. He runs. Faster than he ever has before. And when he reaches her he understands. His sobs become as uncontrollable as hers are. She can't stay, but she can't leave without him. He can't leave, but he can't stay without her. They understand. And laughing now, they throw the ropes over the tree branch. The one above the peer. Around their necks. They look at each other. A look so filled with love that with the tears streaming down their faces, they smile. They hold hands and step off. No struggle. The song ends. With them holding hands, swinging together. Beside the most beautiful tree and lake. You can't help but see the beauty in their strange love. 
I don't know why I dreamt of this so many times over the summer. Or why I did again for the first time in months yesterday. But the thing I'm most uncertain about is why you had the same dream too.