Day 5: Dreams
A tear-stained page of a battered diary with a dog on the front
Dear Dreams,
You know this isn't fair. You know that, even if I wanted him, we both screwed this one up.
It's not fair to torment me like this. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to him.
So, please, PLEASE, stop giving him to me at night. Stop making him wear that ridiculous smile and letting him touch my arm.
Stop letting me kiss his lips and hold him close. Stop me making love to him every night and then waking up with fucking tears all down my face.
Just...stop.
Dear Dreams,
You know this isn't fair. You know that, even if I wanted him, we both screwed this one up.
It's not fair to torment me like this. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to him.
So, please, PLEASE, stop giving him to me at night. Stop making him wear that ridiculous smile and letting him touch my arm.
Stop letting me kiss his lips and hold him close. Stop me making love to him every night and then waking up with fucking tears all down my face.
Just...stop.