I used to sleep so well that I would joke that I'd sleep straight through a nuclear war. Nothing would disturb me. Now things are very different. More than a few hours uninterrupted sleep is a blessing as my dreams are now torturing me. Dreams of a person, their face, their voice, their inner self. When I wake up I want to shout their name as loud as I can so that they would hear me where ever they are. And I wonder, what are they doing at that very moment, what are they thinking, am I in their mind as they are so vivid in mine?
Am I just a lover spurned who is not understanding rejection? Yes. But I'm also someone who is only now finally understanding what love actually means. And that is the ultimate tragedy.
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