I still dream about you. After all this time I still see the you that I wanted you to be, the one you pretended to be.
Sometimes, in my dreams, I see your face, I hear your name, I feel your touch. I hate that it still makes me feel… something, after all this time, after all the pain.
I don’t want you back, my life with you was full of lies and tears, but in my dreams it’s always different, it’s always good.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re happy. I hope you are.
I still dream about the you that you pretended to be.