I hate you. It's 8 pm and instead of working on my 2 reports, I am writing you this letter. You are in the way of my plans of becoming a responsible adult. I hate you.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that my dreams have finally transitioned to realistic ones with the stresses of work haunting me even in my sleep. I guess that's better than dreaming about you (or us) in fairy tale mode. Bitter dreams are better than impossible ones.
(I miss dreaming about you though.)
But, I realized that you are the culmination of all my dreams--both the good ones and the bad. You are the dream I don't want to wake up from, the kind that keeps you in bed until you realize that you're late for work. You are also the nightmare that I can't seem to wake up from, the kind that tightens your chest and makes you jump up, grasping for air.
You are that moment between dreaming and waking up. Sadly, it's never a choice between those two. I wake up every morning and drag myself to where I should be. It's just fucking sad that while you are those two moments, you are now neither in my dream nor in my reality.
I miss you.
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