I'm dreaming about him again.
He's still trying to apologize and be my friend. But I can see his face now and I'm no longer trying to hide from him. Instead my responses are vague and I try to brush him off.
It's been 3 years, Steff. Please slap yourself across the face.
No, don't. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve your dreams. He doesn't deserve jack shit from you... and yet here I am writing about him.
Humans don't make sense sometimes.