I had two dreams of you this morning.
Dreams of you isn't uncommon, just unsettling and mentally exhausting. You were out and I knew. I had no intentions of seeing you. None at all. But still, I did. You came and I tried. I tried to be there for you but even seeing you was too much for me. I left. And I keep leaving, over and over again. I never knew that leaving you could bring me such immense pain. It was painful. Awfully painful. Don't come back. Just go. Go already.