Sleep, Pretty Darling, Do Not Cry..
I dreamt of him last night.
We were hanging out with friends in his house (a new house, with a big white leather couch). He was kissing me in the same passionate way he used to do. Our friends left and my mom showed up, she sat on the other side of the couch without saying a word. We kept kissing slowly. I love his feet but not in a fetish way. They are just big and nice. He is all nice. And then I woke up. That warm feeling though my bones. And I just felt like shit.
I still love him but I also hate him so much.
On Saturday night he wasn’t with his girlfriend and I was super on point. And he was looking at me. I could feel it.
I need to leave. I need to go away. Far Away. I can’t stay here.