Last night I dreamed you came over. It should have been my first clue it was a dream, because you live so far away. We hung out together, despite you saying we weren't friends again. We climbed the mountain trail and watched Studio Ghibli movies. You hugged me and told me you were sorry for hurting me, and I told you I was sorry for everything I did. We fell asleep laying next to each other on the floor, and I felt so peaceful.
But then I woke up in my bed. I laid there for an hour, hoping that this was the actual dream. But then I remembered that we'll never be friends again. That you hate me. I suppose it'll never be ok again. I thought I'd moved on, or at least gotten better, but apparently I haven't.
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Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
