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[anothermistake]

Sometimes at night when I'm restless and I can't sleep, my mind wanders off and eventually trips over you. I drift off into a dream where I am no taller than an acorn and all around me are the people I know. The people I've seen in the halls at school, the lady who works in the dash-in up the road where we used to go and buy cherry flavoured laffy taffy. Strangers, family members, old friends from my past. People I know so well, and others who I don't. They're all so much bigger than me, like giants and I am sitting under a tree much much bigger than me looking up at all of them. They don't see me. I see you walking around bringing smiles to all the people. All the people except me, because I'm so small and you can't see me. I start to cry, and I yell and scream for you but you can't hear me. I jump and wave my hands madly, but you can't see me. I wake up in a fit of tears clinging to your teeshirt, the one you left me with a faded hint of you still woven in between the threads.

I've come to the realization that it's over. I just haven't accepted it yet. And though I may not be the size of an acorn, I feel so small without you here.