Sometimes I hate dreams. They can feel so real and awake emotions that would be better off dormant. They can remind you of feelings that you’d long forgotten.
Last night I had a dream about P. It’s been about 2 and a half years since we were together and for the most part, I can say I’ve forgotten what it was like with him. But in my dream last night, those forgotten feelings came pouring back.
What was the dream about? I can only remember one thing — a hug. When he hugged me, I never felt more in love… with anyone.
I love J. He’s been so good to me and really taught me the meaning of commitment and love. But I know that I will never feel with him what I felt with P. Does that mean I should be with P? Or that I shouldn’t be with J? I don’t think so. P wouldn’t have made me happy. I think J and I have a chance at that.
I wish I didn’t have that dream, though. Forgetting about P was hard enough the first time… I hope these awoken memories fade faster and easier.
