I had a dream of you last night. I haven’t had dreams of you in a while. The last time I had dreams of you was when we were still together and still happy and in love. The last time your face seeped into my slumber land was when I had those unpleasant nightmares of losing you and they felt so real and I was so scared. I never actually thought my nightmares would turn into reality. Tonight I dreamed about getting you back. It was just one of those things that can only be in my dreams. It was all too easy in my dream. You gave in after my second time begging like it was a game or something the whole time and I started crying tears of joy when you accepted me back into your life. They felt like those sentimental tears I cried at my brother’s wedding, but a billion times more passionate and personal. I remember all of our adventures and cute inside joke and the way you never managed to care whether you were making a fool of yourself around me. I thought we were the cutest thing on Earth, but now I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t enjoy our time together and sometimes I wish I never met you.