"Last night, I dreamt of that man I used to love for years. I loved him so much that I'd always hope I could see him in my dreams. Yet surprisingly, for the first time in six years, I never force myself to sleep a bit more just to catch up on that dream and be with him in that exact moment. I knew I was way over him. I just wished, I was with 'someone else'. Then, I would've slept the whole day." — K•B
A page in her journal.