How long will the dreams last? I only ask because it’s your face that haunts me every night. If you don’t know, then kindly point me in the direction of someone who does. What? No. We’re not going to talk about that today. Because. Because, I don’t want to. Because. Not today Satan. I didn’t say I dreamed about you – I said your face haunts me. No, I don’t want to talk about it and no you can’t help me. I don’t dream about you. I dream about yester-you. Before- you. The before you became you- you. The I love you- you. I don’t care if I don’t make sense – I didn’t ask you to make sense of me. I just want your face out of my dreams. I’d rather be dreaming about bunnies and tacos. I never asked to have you go strutting around inside my head every single night. But, of course, that’s just you, isn’t it. Yes. It’s always about you. Of course, it is. No. I don’t want a taco. It’s just like you to not hear a word I just said. I’m tired. I’m going to bed now.

By L.E.

From: United States

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