The worst thing about having a good dream is when you can physically touch someone who means something to you and everything feels so wonderful and real. And then you wake up and your heart feels empty, you stare off into space and just think of the best parts as the dream replays in your mind, and…reality hits you.
—  i dreamt about you nearly every night this week

You know what’s the worst thing? Watching you act the same around her as you used to around me. I see you playing with her hair like you used to play with mine, and she giggles in a sickly sweet way kind of like the way I would, and she smiles at you like you’re the greatest person on this Earth… And I’m rendered breathless, because that’s exactly how I used to look at you.