Sometimes I stay up to rediculous hours of the night, just thinking about you. Trying to imagine what I might say if you bothered to talk to me again. How I might act if I saw you again.

When I think about the adventure that was You, I don't really know how to feel about it any more. There were so many things I believed, that I thought must be real.

But I should have taken it a little more to heart when you said it was only a dream. You weren't kidding. And apparently laying it down that we were both dreaming made it ok to say anything and make promises, because it was all in our heads anyway. If something didn't workout, no biggie, it was never real in the first place, right?

 But then, I guess I must be a really heavy sleeper, cuz I can't seem to wake up. The dream seems to have ended but I'm still lying in bed trying to hold on to it...even when I try my hardest to just open my eyes and let it go.