For some reason, the past two weeks old memories, feelings, and thoughts have crept back into my head.
You know when you have a dream, you see the person there, you talk to them and maybe have a good conversation, but you know that it’s not them. It’s just a shell. Couple of night ago, I had a conversation with you, and it was really you. I felt your presence in the dream. We both realized how crazy it was that we knew we were dreaming and that it was both us, and we talked for hours about how our lives have been and what we wished happened. It was so surreal.
Wish I could explain the thoughts in my head, or just be able to write something down on a piece of paper that could reflect it.
I’m trying my hardest to move into this next part of my life, but something is pulling me back, keeping me back. For a reason? Or just scared to move on.