dear you,

apparently this almost bygone summer the universe decided to gift me with a dream. a dream so lucid i have ended up confused as to where it ends and where reality begins.

A. and i kept going over our impossible expectations; we knew we were in for a shitload of disappointment. so when i sat down across from you on that small round table in that almost crowded cha bar, i got lost; lost in the dream that was you. i obviously didnt know it then but i did.

'how impossible can this girl be! its exasperating now'

yes i know, i'm pretty sure this is what you will feel if you ever happened to come across this letter that will never be posted.

But the thing is, you see, when you dream something really fucking nice, you always want to hold on to it as long as your memory allows you to.

anyways, the dream is shattering now, it's probably way past time that i wake up. promise i'll wake up in five.

yours truly