Today I dreamt about you. You sent me a voice message saying you were sorry to leave me on read. You wanted to meet me again, to do things well and just, to love me.
You sounded regretful, and kinda ashamed because of what you did. I could tell by the little laugh. It was so cute.
I kinda fell enthusiastic to meet you in my dream, I really thought we had a connection that first time I saw your face. I repeated our kiss for days after we saw each other, and I found myself seeing your Instagram photos the following days.
But of course, it was a dream. When I woke up, I checked our convo, and made real it was imposible for you to be sorry. Because I don't mean nothing to you.
It was a damn dream.
