I had a dream again, this morning. half an hour ago. just before i decided to force open my eyes and welcome the first ray of light that had sifted through the blue curtains. before i drowned myself into the sweet sappy dream and never want to wake up.
my stomach's churning. the stimulating conversations. the chuckles. the jealousy. the contradiction. there was such strong affinity between us. or was it just all fabrication.
I keep wondering. why have i always chosen the wrong times to leave.
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