He was in my dream again. It was a very weird dream at first, and of course, had to top it off with a special guest appearance.

I’m convinced he’s jumping into my dreams just to fuck with me. Not okay.

This time we talked, a lot. Just trying to figure him out I guess.

Every once in a while he pops into my dreams. And it makes me wonder if I’ll ever totally get over what once was. It may be a few months or a few weeks, but however long I go without thinking about him my subconscious eventually kicks in.

And never is it a dream where we talk. Nothing good happens, nothing bad happens. It just is. I see him from a distance and I’m too shocked to say anything or even look him in the eye. But we both know that the other is there. And we both know that there is so much left to say.

But it’s always left unsaid.