Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night because of a dream and just feel so miserable and sad?
Not because it was a nightmare but because it was a good dream. A very good dream with the person you miss a lot and you two were just talking to each other just like before. Before you had that big argument with each other and started drifting away from each other. Then you just wake up and realize that it was all just one fucking dream and things were just like before - one big mess. Then you start tearing because of all those unsaid words and the actions that you didn't do to make things better. Because pride was more important to you at that time and you just lie in bed and tear and start regretting.
That happens to me, a lot.
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