Slowly descending into madness
Two entries in one day, insane right? I wrote Dandelions, went to sleep, then I saw him appear in my dream. It was so fresh, it feels like it actually happened. I know you're not supposed to smell anything in dreams, but I'm sure I did, the soapy smell he has.
I don’t think I can't live without this man. It hurts a lot. And the dream feels a lot fresh. I can't hate him anymore. I saw him coming to my room, laying beside me, hugging me really tight. He even kissed me but I was enjoying the hugs and cuddles. At some point, he rested his head on my chest, said I smell like freshly cut grass. He also told me the same thing he always tells me, he wishes he could meet me when I was 10/11 years old. We were talking and laughing. It felt really good. No one else makes me feel things like he can. The high is so strong I feel like I want to spend the rest of my life alone rather than settling with someone else.
This is my indication I need to wait for him.