I dreamt about you around 3/4 days ago. It was beautiful. We were friends again and you said you forgave me.
Everything was back to how it should be, we were friends once more, being silly and giggling like we used. Planning how drunk we’d get on our nights out, saying the stupidest phrases, and we were just happy, there was no bitterness.
And when I woke up I thought it was real, and I checked my phone, my facebook and my twitter thinking maybe there had been a conversation between us I had forgotten. But there wasn’t. It was all a dream, we’re not friends again, in fact as far as I’m aware you still hate my guts.
And I’ll never know why . 😦