The more I write, the more I realize how many damn joyful past memories I keep having coming back to me. But the catch is, these memories never ended the way it should have. So conclusions to our stories keep coming back to me in my dreams.

It’s because I wished something more came out of what we had. That… what we had was not just something momentary. But something, that worth investing my time in.

Because you keep coming back into my dreams. The best dream I ever had, that I dont ever want to wake up from. It made me feel that I want to live in it, be in it, and I just want all of it to be real. I wanted that to be the continuation of our story in real life. and when I wake up, it’ll be this miserable event where I realize that it was all just dream. That what we had was the end of it all. And that nothing I ever imagined would ever happen. And that just sucks, because all over again, i so happen to be in this situation where I’m the one who cares more. It doesnt even make sense sometimes.

I’ve dreamt of you twice already, so i beg you to please stop visiting me in my sleep. please.