April 2012
Every free second I get to let my mind wander, I got back to the dream I had last night. It was so strange, every ex boyfriend and every hookup was existing in that dream. Some of them helped me, when I wanted no help. Some of them were forced into my company and I didnt want it. Some of them tried to make past situations better. One of them held me and looked at me in a way I haven’t received in a long time. Until I remembered that it wasn’t okay, and that this wasn’t what they wanted.
But I really miss that. I miss the way a certain pair of arms could feel when they were wrapped around your body. I miss the way a certain hand could brush hair out of your eyes as you squeezed them shut, only to open them again and see someone that made your insides rush around.
