I still have her pictures.
The ones at the beach. The ones at a restaurant with her mother. The ones in the bathroom mirror. The ones after she cut her hair. The ones fresh out of the shower.
I have them all.
I haven't looked at them in months.
But they are there. Right there in that folder.
I could delete them. But why? My mind still remembers the excitement of those pictures, the smiles.
Besides, my heart wouldn't let me. Trust me, I tried. Numerous times.
I was a summer fling. Of course, in the back of mind, I knew this. But it didn't matter. She was the woman I used to dream about. I had this... idea that we were going to make it. We would go our separate ways and then years later, we would reconnect and then make our dreams come true.
I need to apologize, because our dreams really were MY dreams. And I tried my hardest to sleep while I was awake, so I could live out my dreams.
I slept so much, though, that I slept though all the signals. She left.
She left me with a folder full of past
I happily took it. I thought I was gonna dream forever.
Dream about her.
Dream about us.
Dream about what was.
Dream about what could be.
Sunlight's here, though. No more dreams.
I'm making my own reality.
Now playing: Method Man, Ghostface, & Raekwon - Our Dreams