My dreams are made of all the possibilities of a decent, normal closure that I so yearn for. I feel so happy, satisfied and content in my dreams that we have been able to achieve that and the reality is obviously a rude contrast. In actuality, there have been no pleasantries, no considerations, just silence, misunderstandings and anger. As soon as I begin to try to make peace with the latter, my subconscious draws me into an impossible dream. But if there's some way to remember us by, I would rather believe in an alternate ending. I don't think this is how I want to remember the story so I'm just going to pretend it isn't until I change it or accept it. Nobody should have to be forced to hate their favourite person at some point (read: you) just because they couldn't match that ideal forever.
Happy Belated Birthday.
One day I'll wish you again.
