I had a heartbreaking dream, where I was standing outside the house of a guy I’ve been with and broke up with without so much as a whisper. His house was, in my dream, huge. Like a mansion. And I was standing on the street, looking in on him, and he was brushing his teeth. My dream self thought it was safe to approach a little, and I did, entered the gate and stood on the porch. The front door was open and I was looking at his back and wishing things were better between us. He sort of half turned and it scared me. I knew he shouldn’t see my face because it’s gonna kill him. I knew he never really got over our pseudo-relationship (his Facebook relationship status remains Widow to this day). So I ran and ran and ran, and I was in the dingier parts of Cubao. I was crying in my dream because I knew I still wanted him, after all these years.
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