Dream Chronicles # 2

[Between the hours of 5 and 8]

I took my ex to somewhere my crush worked part time. This is a stupid thing to do, and I wonder myself, if it wasn't a mistake I made in the dream. There were more mistakes anyway.

I brought my ex flowers and she was with one of her male friends.

Midway into the meal she reaches for something across me, and I instinctively give her a peck on the ear. She drops the plate and makes a scene. I apologize and they leave.

I follow outside and he picks her up with a huge pick-up and they go to their place, which, incidentally, was next door. The way with dreams is when the journey matters, it happens far and fast or infinitely cyclic. But when the journey is as important as a single gentle and two-hundred and fifty pound human being to the rest of the world, the mind has the tendency of bridging those gaps.

In the dream, there are two parked vehicles I own. I think which to take home, the scooter or the car. I only have a scooter in that dream so I go for it. It's parked by the anonymous friend's mansion. As I walk up to it, he comes out asking to finish this. He pops me one in the face but, as expected, that did nothing, so I plant his face into the wall behind him with two fists and extreme prejudice.

So many things were wrong about that relationship, so it never took to water. Like so many things are wrong with people, so nobody's barely perfect. That doesn't mean I didn't love her with my entire being (and that's a lot of being). That doesn't mean that I don't still care. Like I said before, life is too long to spend with a jerk. If she ever ends up with an insecure jerk like that, I wouldn't mind doing her that last favor.

>to whom it may concern< >I love you and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Though I might not see your smile again, and I might never make you smile again, it helps to know you still do. And if thinking of me leaves your heart aching, then try not to think of me.<