I hate having the perfect dream, with a guy I know/used to date a million moons ago. Probably the best dream I’ve had in ages, it was bliss. Then I wake up. And realize I’m still alone, and he’s not the same person anymore.
And I’m laying here like a fucking asshole asking myself, “Does this mean I like him?” No. It doesn’t and it can’t. It’s completely illogical and I don’t even know who he is anymore. But i want to have what I dreamt about so bad that I wish that was the case.