Last night I saw myself in my dream, in the perspective of your eyes.
I walked around in your skin, saw the world through your eyes and felt every single little difference of yours that was not mine.
I saw the scars that I left on your skin, the memories that made you cry. I felt the tenderness of a touch I’ve once been so familiar with, heard the words from the voice before everything turned into a lie.
My blood flows, together with my tears. It’s hard imagining all these, but my dreams are perhaps the most powerful form of catharsis that I know of. I rarely dream, but when I do it feels so realistic that I wake up in a pool of my own sweat.
I’ve forgiven you for all the faults you have done, but perhaps you will never forgive me for mine. You’ve always told me of ugly truths that I always deny, despite knowing from deep down that you’re probably right.
You’re right, darling. You’re right about this since the beginning. You saw it coming before I did, and you told me that I have left before I even realized it. You told me I was no longer the same, you told me my eyes didn’t lie. You told me you could see through all of my lies because I was too afraid to admit them, but you never asked me why.
You read me to extents I don’t comprehend of myself, and you force my eyes open to the realities I didn’t want to face. You saw me fall hard in the world of someone else but you never forced me to stay, and maybe – just maybe, you saw this coming along all the way.
Perhaps, I’ll choke on my own tears and my blood will run dry. They tell me I shouldn’t be blaming myself for my feelings but I can’t understand why. Regardless if you are a day, or a hurricane, you’ll always be the reason why my dreams are better than reality and until then, our lives will never cross paths again.
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