Once again I was weak. Thought it was going to stop. I managed just one week.
Saw your little message and my heart skipped a beat.
You seemed all right and we texted for a bit. Then all of a sudden you ignored me again. Did I say something wrong?
Five hours later, early in the morning, came your message. You said you weren't happy. What's wrong? I asked. But you didn't tell me.
OK, go to sleep my dear. You must be tired.
I fell back to sleep. In that short 20 minutes before I needed to wake up and go to work, you met me in my dream. What we did, where we were, what we said, I totally forgot now. But that's not important really, no?
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