Literature
Somewhere
Every day, when the night comes, i can slip into a world where dreams are created, and where I can forget. Forgetting is something I do well. It's probably the only thing I do well. But at night when i dream, I can forget that he doesn't love me, doesn't know I exist. And then i can dream. Dream that we are best friends, and that someone is there for me.That someone actually gives a shit. That somewhere out there, someone cares about me, and worries, wonders if I'm alright. In my mind. In my fake life. In my world. I love him, and in my world, he loves me. This is for you, C.