A**gain I dreamt about you, and, in my dream, you did it all over again. You tried to get back with me (as if we had ever been a thing), but this time I wasn't so sure about it.

You leaned in for a kiss. Our breaths synchronized, harmoniously fused into one. As your lips gently caressed mine, I found the strength in myself to say no. I wasn't going through it unless I knew you were commited to making it work... You weren't. When I saw you next, you were already with another guy. I woke up, mad at myself for having dreamt about you one more time. I guess it won't stop happening soon.

Anyway, this is it. This is the last letter I'm writing to you. I don't even know why I did this, but I did. I just wish you the best, and tell you not to worry about me. I'll know how to move on