Dreams

I just woke up from the most visually amazing dream of my life.

You were in it.

And It started here:

This is my house and you came to tell me that you were in the area and that you had heard somewhere my name and asked if the person who spoke it knew where I lived. (In my dream, the world I lived in is one where you can tell a perfect stranger where someone lives without fear of death or dangerous things happening to the person to whom you are sending the stranger).

Then when you came in we walked straight through the home I lived and out to a view that looked like this:

And then at the bottom of the stair case you said you had a surprise for me and they were these:

They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. So vibrant and colorful and so visually breathtaking. So we got in and you knew how to steer the balloon...and you took me to the most beautiful field where you insisted you take me to a place you loved to walk so I agreed and it looked like this:

And it was there that you told me it was never over and it had never been. And I cried and you cried and we sort of collapsed into one another's arms and it was okay. Because In my dream it was okay to still be in love with you.

I don't remember how we got back into my house though, but it was raining and teh last image I remember seeing is this:

Why did you come looking for me? Why did you still love me so much in my dream? Why was it okay for me to love you still only there? Love...funny how dreams are never how reality turns out.

The lies we tell ourselves...because everyone wants to be the one exception

"The ties that binds us are sometimes impossible to explain. They connect us even after it seems like the ties should be broken. Some bonds defy distance and time and logic; Because some ties are simply… meant to be."

- Meredith Grey

You're not the fun kind of Crazy

I used to think it was always me.

But last night... was finally proof that it was never me and it has ALWAYS been you. Don't talk to me ever again. I'm going to the police about you in the morning. When they lock you away...I'm going to pray you rot away in there.