Dreams. Go away.
The weddings are finally over. But the wedding dreams are back. Last night I got engaged to my ex. He's been in my dreams lately. For some, maybe sentimental reasons I didn't want to wake up. I was happy like I was when I was in love with him. Back in reality, there are men coming in my life. But I made a pact to myself, learning from my mistakes of last year. The pact that I can't believe it, and that I won't. Because in the end it'll probably all be just a big joke in the end (once again). I refuse to keep putting my heart through these moments of hope. No more men trying to use me to get to my friends. No more men looking for one night stands. No more men putting me in the sidelines. No more cheating men. No more jokes on my heart. Maybe these dreams are teasing me of a love I can't have anymore. I mean I don't love him anymore, but I miss that love. That kind of love where you fall over and over again. The: tingles to my toes, smiles to my ears, hazy eyed, heart racing, let's stay this way forever kind of love. I want THAT... But dreams and reality are conspiring in rubbing it in my face. Assholes.











