I dreamed about you again last night. Your smile was sweet, your voice kind, and your eyes only on me. We talked for hours on end without ever a lag in conversation. We were always able to do that, remember? But when I awoke to a hard stare accompanied by an insatiable stretch of silence, I couldn’t help but feel like I’m in love with a version of you that no longer exists.
And I refuse to love the new you if he can’t be bothered to love me back.