I dream about you. I think about you. I remember you. Every night. Every day. And every time I do, I wish I'd told you I loved you sooner. I wish I'd told you before you were gone. Before I never had the chance again.
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Dreams
RandomDreams of love. Dreams of happiness. Dreams are a refuge from memories and thoughts of pain. Dreams fade. Dreams are unattainable. And Sleepers always wake up.
