0645hrs.

I dreamt of you. Considering the fact how I buried you deep, erased you from my memories and hated the way you chose to be an arse. I didn't allow you to live rent free in my mind. Yet I dreamt of you, and in that dream you were clear as day. Maybe lost a lil weight and we didn't speak besides staring at each other with so many questions to ask perhaps. Somehow...it just came out of me. "Are you happy?"... You said "I like what I'm doing now". That didn't answer my question but I didn't probe further. I smiled and walked away from you. And I woke up abruptly with the dream fresh playing on my mind still in a surprised state. I was in a bad place, I was betrayed again and wanted to reach out to you but I recalled you never gave a shit bout anyone else but yourself so why the hell would you be my comfort? Sincerely, I wish you all the best in love and life.