I’ve been having dreams about you lately.
And I don’t like them at all.
Because we were really happy in my dream, we were still smitten with each other, skin against skin and endless affections, things like that… it felt almost perfect.
And then I woke up feeling half angry and half upset because you left a long time ago and some parts of me still lingers to the thought of you.
It’s okay to miss someone even though you’re moving forward, right?
I’ve been happier, I’m gonna get better. I’ll do better.