Through the rise and falling apart, we discover who we are.

I rarely remember dreams.  I usually wake up oblivious to the fact that my mind has probably been overactive all night.  Lately it seems that every dream I actually remember, with the exception of one or two, has been about her.

 

And now, just when I'm feeling I'm doing so well, I'm living my life and moving on, I have to wake up this morning from the most vivid dream I think I've ever had.  I remember every detail, and I had to wake up to face the reality that she's not there... again.  Fuck that.  I'm not going to let it get me down.