At the end of last week, and into the weekend, I felt pretty rough. Tired, and washed-out, and hardly fit to string a sentence together. It felt, more or less, like I’d been squashed flat. 806 more words
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It was so weird.
Yet after I woke up, I felt so sad. That I would never see him again.
I don’t have dreams normally, so this was quite meaningful for me, and strangely there’s still this longing in me, that I can meet him for real someday. 765 more words