I had a dream about "the one who got away".
It was so vivid and felt amazing. We were starting to talk and hang out like we used to but this time he was more into me this time. Sweeter and kinder.
I was abruptly woken up, however, by my mom. Reality just sanked to the bottom of my stomach.
I haven't been able to stop thinking about him or the dream today. Yes I have been missing him, but going back...seeking him...wouldn't be the best idea.
And that just hurts how he most likely doesn't feel the same despite everything that did happen in real life...