When you asked my what I was doing there in your dream, I couldn’t answer honestly. I felt no anger, spite, or hatred. Even though we were alone and I had my chance to get revenge, I didn’t even think about it. I knew I didn’t belong there. I knew there was no turning back time. I just grabbed my s***, turned, and walked out the door. Then I woke up in a cold sweat. It was so defeating. I felt sad, lonely, and guilty. How strange and perturbing that you can still melt my heart so effortlessly after all these years. Its gonna take some powerful drugs to finally forget you. Maybe this time I’ll kill the right parts of me.