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.