Tuesday, May 29th 2012, 11:37 PM.

I don’t find it quite normal how after this much time, I’m still thinking of you.

Especially since we haven’t spoken properly.

But sometimes things speak to me in ways, through music.

I swear every single song I’ve listened to reminds me of you.

Every fragment of a second, my mind wanders all over the place, it’s insane.

I don’t know if it’s because I see us as unfinished or because I don’t have you figured out yet, but something has me coming back to you.

Little things even.

"If I could dream, I know I’d dream about you.I’d dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I’d dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly."

last night

i had a dream

where

I saw you 

slipped down to meet you

you spoke

the usual things

and suddenly

someone else took over

but it was your body

and said 

the harshest things

it was

horrific