They say our dreams come from our subconscious mind, it is our thoughts deep from within ourselves searching for a way to come out.
Last night I dreamt about you.
I dreamt we were still together, cuddling in your room, holding hands. I dreamt we still loved each other. I dreamt you were still mine. I dreamt that we were both so happy, so impossibly happy. I remember laughing with you, smiling with you.
I remember the feeling of you holding me, kissing me, and **** it just felt so real. For a moment I believed it was real.

And then I opened my eyes and Reality smacked me in the face, and it hurt harder than it should.
"Silly little girl," Reality said. "Memories are memories, and dreams are dreams. Dreams are not reality, no matter how badly we want them to be. Don't be stupid."