I dreamt of you, again.
I dreamt of you, again. For the third time this week.
I can’t get over you even though I feel like I still don’t know you all that well after all the time we’ve talked.
What does all these dreams even mean?
Why does it confuses me every time I wake up?
Why do I have tears in my eyes when I dream of you?
I don’t get it, I like to believe that I can get over you by forcing myself to stop thinking about you.
I can’t stop thinking about you,
In fact I think about you more now that you’re gone.
I wish I could say this all to you, even not in person.
But I’m afraid that I am a coward that doesn’t have the courage to even tell you one bit, at-least not now, maybe not even the future.
If this is yearning, well fuck this is hard.
The more I try to not think about you, US, the more I want to try again and maybe it will work this time.
I know that it won’t happen, but these dreams of mine tell me that there’s happiness if we chose to fight rather than surrender without even trying.
I hope these dreams stop, but a part of me doesn’t want it to.
Because in my dreams I can see you, US.