Lately, I have these recurring dreams. I have seen countless scenarios where we had a chance to talk like real adults—and certainly not like how you are now… not like this. Because right now, in real life, you scurry away, distance yourself, and act like some childish brat who holds his head high and puts pride in things that aren’t worth to be there in the first place. It’s pathetic. And it’s not right.

…Good thing my dreams made things (look/seem) right. It showed closure and moments where we would talk. And no, it wasn’t about getting back together; I’m glad that my dreams were as connected to how I feel now, because for us to be back together is something that I would never wish for. But what I do want to happen, as I am already saying, is for closure. Because at least in my dreams, there was a moment for us to really see if we could at least be decent friends, or not at all. At least we brought the curtains down. At least we talked. Talk. Talk. Talk. There were scenes where we shouted, where we called each other names, where we belittled each other, but always in the end… we understood, and we’d either part or remain friends. And that’s always the amazing part in all of those dreams that I had.

The moment that I wake up, I would always feel as though those dreams were real—and I hope they were. But then there’s no chance of that happening unless you stop being like the sorry excuse of a man that you are now. (AND LOL NO, I’M NOT BREWING UP TROUBLE HERE; what an idiot you are to avoid me as if I’m some crazy bitch). 

Nonetheless, I am thankful for those dreams, because in some way it settled my heart and my mind; they were false closures, yes… but at least, I have a picture of us talking. That is all.