3 years

I rarely dream good dreams, so when I do, I find every way I can to keep remembering them after waking up.

This time, it’s about a boy who I never liked that way. But I used to love him, not romantically, and only as long as he let me. One day, in college, I stopped and never looked back since then.

Until now.

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