Today I woke up with a dream of being told to pack my stuff and leave A. We were in my parent’s old apartment, she was in one room, her boyfriend was watching TV in the living room, and I was told to pack my stuff from another room. It was devastating. All the feelings of her telling me it’s over came back to me, I was afraid and on the cusp of crying. Suddenly I felt alone, stranded with all these feelings of deep love, rejected. Now, that I woke up from the dream, I feel the same — afraid, alone, stranded, having lost the one I love. It’s been so many years, almost 4 years, in fact. But it still haunts me. Day after night after day. I miss you so much, A.

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