Every night at around 3:30 am, I wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare.
I cry, I panic and I shake and it gets really really bad.

We never dated, but when I told you about it, you said you wish you could help me.

The first night I woke up and saw a text message from you:
“Deep breath, just a dream, it’ll be okay xx”

The second night I got another one:
“Its gonna be okay darling. If you need to call me do it, I’ll always wake up for you”

The Third night:
“I love you”

I was okay after that, and could sleep fine again.

I had a really bad one about a week later and I called you.
You stayed up with me for 3 hours reading to me over the phone so I could fall back asleep.

Then after what happened, you stopped texting.
You never called.
It hurt.
Because the nightmare was about me losing you.
And now when I wake up shaking and crying, I stupidly check my phone hoping that you’d text me and comfort me.
When I see that you hadn’t texted me I realise,

My nightmare came true