Sparks in the Dark

Dreams..

They say dreams are the window to the subconscious..

I knew you were on my mind a lot.. but I never thought you'd interrupt my dreams every night for weeks..

Whether it was a dream about you.. or just a normal dream.. you seem to be there..

Some say that if you dream of someone they are thinking about you.. dreaming of you.. But thinking now, I highly doubt it. Why would someone so amazing like you.. still think of someone as horrible as me. I almost want to believe that you'll be back.. that you think of me every night losing sleep along with me, looking at my social medias to check on me.. looking for any type of clue to me thinking of you... but I know that its probably not true.

I wish I could believe it.. trust everything and know you'll come back.. know that you'll be mine, and that everything will be ok. That you'll be back in my arms and I will be able to pull you into me, to kiss your forehead as you drift asleep. Know that I will be your forever everything. To know everything your thinking again, to own all your time, to be able to say anything without this stupid filter, to be able to hug you close again and not have to cry every time I attempt to sleep.

And I keep hoping and wishing you'll be back..

But its all just in my dreams..