Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming. And in my dream's dream I met you and not on angry terms. We both apologized and reconciled so many differences we've allowed to creep in. And smiled. I hadn't seen you smile, I mean really smile, in such a long time. We may have even hugged. I woke up from my dream's dream and felt such sorrow as I continued to exist in my subconscious. Because we had not made up. We were not friends. We weren't even people who could see each other without feeling bitterness. And then you walked past me. And somehow I had the courage to say, "I dreamt about you last night." And you didn't keep on walking. You stopped and simply said with a slight smile, "Oh?" And I told you about how what we talked about, how we had both apologized, and realized how much time we wasted violently pushing and pulling the other down and away. After I explained my dream you didn't walk away and I asked, "Do you think that could happen for real?" And you said, "Yeah." And that was it. Everything was repaired. You didn't fall in love with me. I didn't need you to. But a silence could finally descend. And you could go without leaving me damaged.
And then I woke up. From my dream. And I realized that nothing had changed. You still hate me. But somehow a part of me has let that go. Somewhere a dream's dream's and a dream's version of you and I can breathe the same air and smile at each other. And that is enough for now and possibly forever.
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