I still think about you. You linger and appear everywhere. It hurts to remember, and to think about it, and dwell on everything. I feel like part of me is left behind, hoping for you to come running and embrace me with everything you promised.

But it's starting to change. It's been a while since your presence didn't haunt my dreams. You'd always be following me in my sleep, and it's gradually lessened over the time we've been apart. But last night, I had a dream and nothing in it had any of you.

I dreamt of someone else.

That someone was filled with such warmth, kindness, and love. It was confusing, but I washappy. Even though it was just a dream, it was a clear reminder of how you never made me feel completely happy. No matter how much I strived to make you happy, nothing I did ever resonated with you enough to trust me. I felt so used, and you took a hatchet and a match to all the trust I put in you. Then you looked at the distorted residue, and offered your hand in regret. But honestly, it doesn't matter how much you regret. It still happened, by you who is unable to comprehend anything other than your own feelings that you force onto others.

You lied to me, and you constantly lie to yourself.

It's time to move forward.