It’s been ten years since I was a stupid boy in love, and I still dream of her. Even after all the stories that seemed close to life but didn’t pan out in the end.
3 years since the last time I saw her from drunken eyes. She still tried to call me the next day after all my rage of a decade screamed at her, with frustration those were the lies we both told about each other.
The dream gave a shared view of the luxury we weren’t, as if living without our past of anger. A dream living this way, inside of a house that wasn’t mine.
God why did it have to be her, the last time I dreamt of her everything came true. It only did because none of our goals were in it.
It was only a dream, that’s not how I live my life and that ship has sailed long ago without me. By mistake or by choice, I have to keep pressing though these red lights
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