I dreamt about you last night. It was surreal, in a way. We were hanging out in my driveway again beside your car. We just talked, and you laughed. You looked so happy. I was happy, too.
I’d forgotten why you’d made such an impact on me, but that dream was a nice, gentle reminder.
I hope you’re doing well.
I just want you to know that it’s your fault that you’ve hurt me. You asked me for more, more, more, more, more and I gave it, and suddenly it was all too much. You didn’t let me protect myself the way I would’ve…the way I should’ve…