I dreamt about you all day while I slept. You haunted me through all my memories, even the ones you were never apart of. You loved me infinitely in one, the sun shone bright in your eyes when you told me that you loved me. When you kissed my head and promised to see me soon, because you could only be away from me for so long. I could feel love radiate from your body, and I basked in it. I had never felt so emotionally whole.

I woke up. I feel sick, I feel fragile. It was so unfair. You will never love me. I know that more than anything else I have ever known. On the verge of nausea since I've been awake, I can only see you everywhere I go. I am so very frustrated with myself for loving you so deeply without meaning to. Distraught over knowing you, will you forget who I am and how my skin feels against yours? I pale at the thought that you will find someone who makes a better pillow than I did for you when you slept, or to see your face when you wake to see if I'm still with you.  I feel like I'm falling apart, I'm not even me anymore. You're eating me away from the inside like the maggots. I'm becoming hollow, and I only have myself to blame.