Hey.
So, last night I had a dream of everyone I ever loved and they all loved me back again. Last night. They all loved me back at the same time. Imagine how depressing it is to wake up to your long-accustomed lonely morning after a dream like that haha. You were there by the way. Yeah, you were there for a bit. Maybe I'd missed you before I slid to sleep. Maybe, I don't know. It was an exhausting night, last night. I'm reassured, though, that at this very moment in time I don't {miss you}. And I trust my guts when they're not submerged in waves of blinding infatuation. They've loved before and have never lied to me. Maybe my guts will pester me one more time when I see you for the first time after I had loved you for the last time and waves of love will crash against their walls and my heart will join them in a grand fall. But they will eventually hit the ground and dry out and I will not love you again. You know, I've been telling people about you because I've been finding myself engrossed in warm conversations with people I've just become closely acquainted with and then they start venting about their past loves and how they can no longer love the same and I remember you and and I listen to them and I remember you and I remember you and I I.. remember you. It is an ever so gentle comfort knowing that you do not love alone, that yours is not the only heart that wanders astray. How have you been lately? Are you OK? (God, I hope not.) The thing is that everyone, EVERYONE, every single guy I have ever had a slight jerk of affection towards, they were ALL there and I woke up and out of that disorderly mess of romantic retrospect remembering only you.
