Hey,
Last night I had a dream about you, we had a sleepover, talked, laughed, and it all felt so real. I woke up and realized it was just a dream.
It’s been 2 years since I lost feelings for you, which is weird because I suddenly felt missing you in a strange way.
If only success werent measured by money or status,, my other dream would be to work as a night-shift cashier in a convenience store beside a gas station on a silent, empty highway, where tall streetlights line an endless stretch of road.