I had another dream about you last night. I slept for 14 hours straight. It was short, but sweet. You said you were fine now, that you could be in a relationship, you grabbed my hand, and held it gently. Why're you like Freddy Krueger? Haunting my dreams the way you do? I act like I've gotten over you but I know, deep down, I'm just lying to myself, I wish, if I think I've gotten over you long enough, it'll come true. But... None the less. Everything reminds me of you, I can't help it. You don't even talk to me any more, and you haven't taken down our anniversary date from you Instagram down yet. Why? I blocked and unfriended your best friend that lives with you now, because I have this invisible grudge in the back of my mind. He's possessive, he wanted you to break up with me so he had nothing in between you and him. I guess, maybe, someday, our paths will cross again, and something new could happen, probably not though. I have a bad habit of keeping my hopes high.