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Don’t Go, Please Stay

I died last night.

In my dreams, we were together. We’re not talking, we barely used to, but I saw your eyes, your smile, I saw how you move- those movements, that smile, those eyes which I love(d). 

It felt so real and I knew it would not happen, so that dream became a nightmare. Six years later after I fell in love with you, and you were just ‘amazed’ of me, whenever I dream of you, it became so hard to imagine, so painful, that I feel I’m dying.

I, for the nth time, told myself to stop thinking of you. To spare my dreams with what I think about you.

For maybe, one time, I will not wake up anymore.

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