My dreams are consisting of the truth, the outcome I want, the real outcome, and you. It's terrifying me the moment I wake up from it.
I'm there. You're there. We're happy together. Everything seems fine, but in one quick blink it all changes.
The next I'm there, but you're way over there. You're in trouble. Deep trouble. I'm standing there crying.
I've been having the same dream for this entire week now. I have to see you today and I'm terrified that my dream will become a reality.
I'm not ready to confess, to lose you, and to cry.
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