Dear You | ✓

09.32 p.m.

Dear you,

I dreamt of us last night.

I don't know why I did.

We were hugging, laughing and carefree about the judgemental looks we were getting.

It felt so real.

I miss hugging you and holding you hands.

I miss the feeling of safety I got whenever I'm with you. It hurts me physically and emotionally whenever I think about how we used to be and how we'll never be like that again. You don't even recognize how much it hurts me to see you falling in love with someone else.

In my dream we were happy. You wrapped your arms around my waist and we laughed at some joke you said.

When I woke up, I felt a sharp longing in my chest. Like a million knives were stabbing me. I could still feel the ghost of your touch. I could still feel the sparks erupting when you towered over me. I could still feel your torso against mine which used to make me feel safe and invulnerable.

I should stop reminiscing because you've moved on - because there will never be an us again.

But it's okay.

I have my dreams to ponder over every night.

Just dreams.

Dreams that will end by the time I wake up and dreams that will never become reality.

-09.32 a.m.