could he just stop being in my mind? dreamed about him again last night. i was home and the doorbell rang and i looked out the window to see a cab pulling away. i go down and it’s him. standing there. no notice. acting as if nothing at all has happened and it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to show up, at my door. he grabbed me and kissed me and i resisted but couldn’t help but kiss him back, despite still wanting to be mad at him. he said he came to vote with me because it was my birthday.

lol. how funny. he doesn’t vote. AND we know it was a dream. remember my bday? does he even know i exist? doubtful.

sometimes i still wish it wasn’t all true. that he really WOULD be the kind of man to come here and make it up to me…

sigh.

i’m going to be late.

peace.

PS–election day really IS my bday, in case you were wondering