Dreams of You

Hopeful Tears

The day of the confession was held. Only hopeful tears were shed. My feelings were voiced out, but as expected, they were not reciprocated as I thought they would. Knowing this would be the outcome, I still pushed through. her voice of assurance, which confirmed she has no feelings for me, and that is true. I understand her side of the story; how could it work out for us or for me, for all I dream? The world shattered in front of me—the world I created from nothing—is slowing down, going into nothing, holding it together, and lighting up a hope that would save me from this shallow darkness of a void. All I can do is continue to like her, even if it hurts. sad to say, all good things must come to an end. The dreams of mine were never for us to begin with, but that world you created is what gives me hope to be happy in the cold night that envelops my body in the depressing effects of the darkness. but I never dreamt again.