Ever since I came here in the Philippines my sleeping schedule returned surprisingly normal. I go to sleep at around 9 and wake up at 6. I have dreams. I remember them, sometimes not as vividly but I see them than I ever have before.
The past few nights I dreamt a lot. I found myself falling in love with someone, I had a cosplayer follow me around and continuously pull pranks on me driving me to the brink of suicide (scary), and having the Pokemon world collide with the human world (I met a man named Otto which I believe would come from the Pokemon Pidgeotto and he was part of the flying-type).
I see young couples in their school uniforms sitting at Burger King, the girl’s legs crossed over one another and the boy putting his arm around her.
They dip their fries in their ketchup and laugh about something I cannot hear.
There’s two of them sitting outside; one boy holds another girl’s waist while the other sits close to her with too much of a smile.
It’s not sort of an ache or a desperate longing. Rather, I keep thinking that still could have been me if I hadn’t fucked things up.
I’m half-wishing I could tell someone I love them again.
August is almost over
And I still cannot stop thinking
About your hands.
I miss you. A lot.
Thank you! but, what heart shaped necklace…?