I have come to the realization that I find myself going to sleep earlier each day & waking up later the next. I force myself to sleep as long as I can, simply because I don’t want the dreams to end. I’m sorry Dr. Seuss, but you were wrong. My reality is nothing close to my dreams. The early I sleep means the earlier I get to be in a world where the people I love, love me back. I can fight the crimes of the world. I fly. The list is endless. My dreams are better than reality.
It’s just that my mind has trained itself not to miss you because in the end it’s her you love & that’s fine
I am never the first choice.
Apparently, I was just a phase.
I wanted because he wanted her.