Here we go again
Had the dream again. Actually i had both of them, the angry fight and the confused reconciliation. I know about myself that i need closure, and nothing eats away at my brain more than an unsolved puzzle... And he's a special double-issue magazine of them, all just out of my reach.
Maybe this unwilling preoccupation just means i'm human. I don't think it means i'm unhealthy, though, because while the dreams stay with me as dreams do, they also fade, and i can carry on with my life - not as though he was never there, but as though he doesn't NEED to be.
I think that's just fine.