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[shmannah]

I talked a couple of weeks ago about the dream I had in which Stephen told me that he didn’t know if he wanted to be with me any more. Not that he didn’t want to. Not that he didn’t love me or that he wanted to break up or be with anyone else, but just that he didn’t know. And it hurt me more that he simply had no passion left for me than it would have if he had known for certain that he didn’t want me any more. And I was just stuck waiting for him to make up his mind because there was nothing that I could do. And I woke up crying and rolled over into real-life Stephen’s arms and he held me until I realized it was only a dream and that everything was okay.

Today is a lot like that, only I can’t wake up.