There was no trace of him when I went to sleep; not a singular thought of him crossed my mind. Then, I spent the slumber vividly dreaming about him and my conscious morning thoughts appeared to be different from the night before. Why does this keep happening to me? Why does the conviction that I've let go never stay long enough for me to take it seriously? Now, all the strength and empowerment that I've built is destroyed. Maybe not in complete ruin, but destroyed nonetheless. This is emotional torture.
I can't help but wonder if he still remembers me at all. If he does, the feelings are probably buried under years of trying to forget.
♥ Love,
Sophia Peony
Sophia Peony
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