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Last night I had the best dream of my life. I dreamt we got back together, and I was honestly the happiest girl in the world. When I woke up, I was positively giddy, until I realized that I was in an Econo-Lodge in Ohio and had imagined the entire thing. You know when sometimes you awaken from a dream unaware that you were sleeping in the first place? I experienced something of that sort this morning, for merely a few seconds, where I was positive that Chris and I were actually together again. When it dawned on me that I would never experience this again, I spent close to ten minutes in the washroom crying, reliving the worst breakup night of my life.