America dreams

It’s 5:00am and I’m on the other side of the world. I’m wide awake remembering a dream about you for the second time now.

First dream was me messaging you all the way from here. We were having a great conversation. Then you asked me if I wanted to go to a concert with you. There was apparently one on the 18th of September and the 26th. I was sitting there trying to figure out how to tell you that I couldn’t go because I was all the way over here in the USA! It was almost as though it excused you for not messaging me that Sunday because it was like you sincerely forgot. 

Second dream was just me checking out your Facebook and seeing that you had uploaded a new profile photo where you had massive veiny muscles. I decided to see who has liked the photo and saw that your ex had liked it. Except your ex’s profile photo was a very old one of you – that photo where you had long hair, a blue flannelette on and foil around your face. I thought that was a strange thing and started jumping to conclusions that you guys were obviously back together. I felt upset but took it – just as I had years ago.

When I woke both times, I thought of you. Then I checked my timehop and seen that in 2009 I had uploaded a status that was along the lines of “it’s always better not knowing”. I know this is in relation to finding out you were in a relationship. Ironically the date is September 18th – the date the “concert” was supposed to be. I don’t quite remember writing that status. But I remember how I felt. Kind of wish I didn’t write that status in fear that you probably saw it and knew what I was on about – because let’s face it, it was obvious. 

Its funny. Now I can’t help but kind of think things between you and your ex are happening again? I’m probably wrong – but you never know. And I guess in the end, it’s none of my business. I guess the other thing is it’s made me miss you. I know I have intentions of messaging you whilst I’m over here. But now I want to do it sooner rather than later. But can’t quite bring myself to do it. In fear that you might not reply, I’ll annoy you, I’ll find out something I don’t want to know or it will just leave me missing you – which would make it hard being on the other side of the world. I’ll think about it some more and see what happens. I know I want to message you, and I know I will. I just don’t know when.

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