In my dream, control slips out of my hand. I am humiliated, shamed, before the person I admire the most. Nightmare at its worst.
I wake up shaking in a cold sweat.
Later the same day, I see him, the admirable one, at a distance. Beautiful, confident, but with nothing false about him.
I am proud and willful, a woman with backbone. But to have someone see me as I am and still love me... If it were him, maybe I would dare.
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He wouldn't do that.
I am happy for you PP, at least you get dreams in which he is near you; and you can see him the next day.
Me, I can't see her, but her voice haunts me.
I still love her though...
Just watched the film "50 First Dates" about the girl who forgets her boyfriend every night in her sleep. Makes it very easy for her when she finally has to break up with him... until she starts dreaming about him every night and in the morning can't understand who he is.
Yeah, Drew Barrymore. One of my favourite romantic movies....
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