Let her go
I dreamed about her so I thought we were ok. Stupid, I know. Selfish even. Its always selfish when I reach out to her isn't it? But I actually want to know. Want to talk to her, know how she's feeling. Her life. That shit. All OF IT. I never stopped wanting to know. I get it, I have no right but it never stops the want.
We were running. In the dream. It was a party held outside somewhere like a rave. She wore skinny jeans and a jean jacket. She was as she was when we met at king of Prussia mall. I was dressed like the me I am now. We moved throughout the party, laughing making observations and oddly enough trying to avoid Dice. I lifted her up off of a dresser she was sitting on, it felt familiar picking her up like that. The last part of the dream I remember was us walking down an alleyway. That was it. That was all. I held her a few times, the dream gave me a sense of happiness and familiarity.
The little that I want from her is a price too high.
We were running. In the dream. It was a party held outside somewhere like a rave. She wore skinny jeans and a jean jacket. She was as she was when we met at king of Prussia mall. I was dressed like the me I am now. We moved throughout the party, laughing making observations and oddly enough trying to avoid Dice. I lifted her up off of a dresser she was sitting on, it felt familiar picking her up like that. The last part of the dream I remember was us walking down an alleyway. That was it. That was all. I held her a few times, the dream gave me a sense of happiness and familiarity.
The little that I want from her is a price too high.