I had a dream last night.Someone that had once had all of me but gave it away came to me and begged forgiveness, made promises with grand gestures, and tried to reclaim my love. A long time ago that was something I imagined and longed for. But in my dream, it was so strange to me how I felt absolutely nothing.
There's a cliche quote that says, "you know you're in love when you can't sleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." And I can tell you how happy i was this morning to wake up to the life I have - to wake up to Robert, Milo, and the woman I am now. Isn't it incredible that things don't always work out the way we want?