It is nice, sometimes, to believe in the impossible. It will get you by, if only for a time, in the cold spaces between warm hearts.
But they always unravel, these impossible dreams. Any touch with reality, however slight, and they evaporate into thin air. You aren’t worse off than you used to be, not really, but the world feels lonelier.
Or maybe I just need to get laid.
Tonight, missing you, someone that I’ve never even had, that’s what I’ll tell myself. I’ll tell myself that it has been too long since I felt at peace in someone’s arms, too long since I felt desired. Too long since I felt loved.
In the morning, I’ll even start to believe it, but tonight? Tonight I know better.
Tonight I mourn impossible dreams.
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