Dear... My Love
Hi baby,
I'm doing, not so great.
I'll call you baby on here since you'll probably never read this.
I miss you. I wasn't looking for anyone, but then I met you. Things were good, you made me happy, and dried my tears before they even started falling. I wish we didn't have to end. It's an ugly situation in general and I hate that.
I keep having dreams about you. Last night’s dream felt so real and was so vivid, just like all the other ones, like from when they first started. We were in your room at your mom’s house, and we were laying on each other just kinda there, and we sat up and hugged, and it would cut to different scenes. The next scene was we were outside, by Torchy’s at night and there were nice outdoor lights and you were taking a picture of me while holding my hand. I was wearing a beanie, your black wind breaker-like jacket and some ripped jeans with my black slip on vans. You were wearing your grey sweater, with the normal layers underneath which is your white long sleeve, and some light to medium colored jeans with some vans. That was all, we were giggling and having the best time.
The night I realized that things were going wrong I cried and you reassured me that things were fine and you told me you liked me. I went to sleep and had a dream about what was about to happen the next morning. It felt ugly on the inside when I woke up that morning. And my world began to fall down again as it was before I met you.
I love you.