I keep having these dreams.
And, well.
The dialogue is pretty specific. I mean.
"So it's come to my attention that... you think I'm like, in love with you...? And the thing is, I'm kinda not..."
"Don't lie to me Keira."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"..."
"..."
I'm not talking about you. You think I'm talking about you because you think you're still the big deal, but you're not, anymore.
(Do you understand how great it is to think of you and not feel like a child?)
It's weird that I dreamed that because... I fully intended to say it. Among other things. I was going to. So many different times I was going to. I was ready for that accusation. I had my words all lined up, like on the playground in first grade. It was going to work.
Wait. Right there.
At first I used the regret argument against myself. But then I realized something.
Never ever do something for fear of regret if you don't.
Do it because you want to.
And you, over there.
I have a lot of hope in this situation. And I shouldn't but I do anyway.
We got married. And we had a photographer and a reception and everything.
And when I woke up from that dream this morning I was smiling.
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