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I dreamt about you last night.

It was strange seeing your face. Even if it wasn't real. To me it was real though. I dreamed about how it may have been had we not fallen out. It was a world where you and I were together. If it were reality I'd pinch myself. In reality had I pinched myself I'd have awoken, bitter and cold.

Sadly I did awaken, Bitter and cold. To a world where last I had even a glimpse of you had been nary a year ago. They say time heals. If this is true why do my wounds feel deeper the more that time passes?