I had a dream the other night. A dream so real that I woke up in tears. You were there, kissing me. Just as it used to be. But wishing for this love to return is like Cinderella's sister becoming the Prince's bride. So I must set you free. ****** he makes me so ******* happy. But he's not you. Yes, he tells me the things I love to hear. Yes he can turn me on with the smallest of touches but ****** sometimes I miss you. and I hate it. I hate it so much. I know, I know without a doubt that it is time to let go.