The night was not my problem the dreams I had were, the dreams started to rip me apart. They were painfully related to the old memories of me and him. Making it feel like reality.
And even though I knew I would have to face it sometime I still tried to avoid it. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t escape from the dream even though I really wanted to. I wondered why I dreamed about him. And then I thought about the saying…
A dream is a wish your heart makes.
I wondered if I was dreaming about him because I was not over him, I had no clue. I tried searching in my dream for anything that could answer my question. I was so confused.
My answer did not come. I woke up and I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Do I like him or do I hate him?
My dreams made me doubt my heart. I didn’t know if the saying a dream is a wish you heart makes is even true anymore.
I don’t even think it is. It’s not worth the pain anymore.