Dreams of you.

I woke up at 3am in the morning, with tears streaming down my face. I dreamt of you, again. This time you were holding me so tight, telling me that you won't ever leave me again and that you love me so much, that it will break you if you ever let go. I felt so damn happy. I've never felt as happy as that eversince you've left. I was with you and you were with me. And the tears keep coming and coming as I recall that dream. Cause I woke up this morning to the reality that you're not here and that you won't be here. And it's still unknown if you'll come back. My memory loves you, you know? It asks about you all the time. And you know what hurts the most? That my mind keeps making imaginary scenarios with you, that I know will never happen, but still I believe it will. Cause you told me you still have feelings for me and that we should take it slow at starting over again. Even if there's only 20% chance I'll bet on it. Cause I want you, I want you back. It hurts that you can only hold me in my dreams and whisper how much you love me. But I hope and pray and wish that someday you'll be right by myside and that you won't leave again. But if you won't? I'll wish to keep on dreaming. Cause in my dreams I'm as happy as I can get. And in my dreams? You are mine.