I dreamt about you for the first time two, just nights ago. Traveled back.
Thinking about you. Thinking about me. Thinking about how we used to be.
Now, hoping this all was only just a dream. But it’s not. You won’t be back. And, sometimes I’m strong without you. And, sometimes I’m devastated. There’s nothing I can do, but face it. Move through it, but damn it hurts sometimes.