WickedScript

Letters to My Ex
2019-03-06 21:55:25 (UTC)

February 21st

Why is it that when I finally think I’m over you, I have a dream about you? It’s like every time I can envision a life without you, something tries to tell me no.
The dream I had was that you and I were together. Just together in a house. Maybe in my apartment. We were on the couch watching some movie. Then you turned to me and asked for a “back scratchy” as you normally would. It somehow ended with us lying next to each other and just hugging. Just hugging. I tried to switch positions and you stopped me. Told me officially that you were in a relationship.
The next thing I know you’re gone. I’m looking at my phone. I’m reading a long text from you. I was actually startled into waking up when you said you were in a relationship and was able to fall back into the dream. Only, I knew it was a dream now. I sent a message in the dream and immediately feared I’d done the same in real life.
Your own message was of love. It was of everything you already told me. You still loved me. You didn’t want to hurt the girl. You were so afraid of hurting a girl you didn’t like, that you didn’t seem to care that you were hurting me.
And as mad as I am at you and how close I feel to moving on, I can’t say that it didn’t feel nice to have you by my side again.
There was another part of my dream that I remember. You wanted to see someone named Jane Davis. I looked her up on Facebook both in real life and my dream and no such person. At least none you’d know. Not exactly Casey Tammaro either. I offered to give you a ride but you declined. And that’s all I remember.

You don’t belong with her, Dave. You completely trashed her. You literally hated her in front of all your friends. There’s no way you suddenly decided to like her. Absolutely no way. Your “relationship” with her is embarrassing not just for you but for me too. You left me for trailer trash. Not gonna lie, huge blow to MY ego.




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