When reality's pain starts to ebb away, the sorrow in dreams takes centre stage.

I realised my poetic side starts emerging when I'm moody about something. I had a dream last night. Twas freakishly real though. And twas about him again. I know how much I'm affected by someone or something if they appear in my dreams. For a dream that was simmering between consciousness and sub-consciousness, I'm very sure I was feeling every single thing that was said between us and all the emotions that welled up were slowly starting to seep into my conscious. By the way, I'm usually conscious when I dream, I'm not the type to get jolted awake in sheer panic and drenched in perspiration or to thrash and mumble in my sleep cos I know a dream will always remain what it is- a dream.

My worries for him have manifested in the dream(s). Just when I convince myself letting go of him is the best thing I can do at this point in my life, I get variations to that plan. I thought being single for over 5 years would be bearable, but I was so wrong. I thought I'd never love again after AJ. I loved.. and lost. Does this mean I'll not love again? Two heartbreaks in three years is more than the average heart should endure. I have no regrets, well maybe except doing gym when I was younger, but now, I regret having so much love to give. I know I'll think that way for now and not feel like that when I'm older but I have to live in the now anyway.