I sleep late, in the middle of the night. hoping that I won't have enough time for dreams.
But there I was...
Dreaming. Dreaming of you and me. Like we were both fine. That we were happy again just as friends. And I was good with that. I was happy with that.
I didn't like dreaming of you. It brings the most painful and memorable memories with you. The feelings I had kept. The feelings I worked hard to bury within my heart.
But there I was...
Embracing all the memories I had within the stuffed toys you gave me. I didn't mean it...
To embrace the bear like it was you. Like I didn't want to let you go...Like you were always there beside me.
I didn't mean to.
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