I never dissect my dreams of you. I always take them as is.

But when thinking of this last dream, I have to take from it the locked room.

You’re controlling, and I won’t be controlled. You have to let me be me.—accept me as is, as I accepted you.

Or it won’t work, love. (As you can see)

I cry when thinking of you and what could have been. It hurts.

I don’t watch you. I can’t because I know who you are to me. It hurts.

Your last words to me—You hurt me.

“Why do you hate me?”

Hopefully, I can finally put this and you behind me.

Just know that…

“Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
And instead of using force
I guess I should've let you win
I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
I guess I should've let you win”

—Take care, love. You definitely left a mark on my heart. Bye…