Hey, it's me.

I dreamt of you again.
How funny they can be, dreams.

I dreamt that you gave me a chance, that you held my hand and kissed it, like I was the person you finally turned to love .

It's crazy how real it feels, it's almost as if it truly happened.
Then I woke up and felt betrayed by my mind more than ever.

I looked it up on the internet, of what it could mean.
Of course it means that I constantly think of you, and that these dreams stem from the very fact that you're in my head every now and then.

But I also found out something else, that sometimes dreams about someone, can mean a feeling of affection to someone else completely .

That's when it hit me.

I don't like you anymore.
I like him, I think.
Althought that's a different battle to fight,
I know mine with you is over .

So the next time you'll visit me in my dreams, just do whatever you want. My mind can make up the weirdest scenes, but I'll try not to get swayed like I was .

I'll try to make sense, and try to believe these dreams are just dreams.
That no matter how much I want it to mean something, sometimes it just doesn't mean anything.

Next time for sure,

I'll see you when I fall asleep.


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