November 19, 2011
I dreamed about an old friend last night. I never dream about this person anymore, but this time he came back to me like he had never left. I miss him. I really hate to say it, but I still miss him. It's been five years since I've seen him. I don't know why we never kept in touch. Maybe because I'd rather miss someone, yearn for them, and torture myself over them than keep in touch. I like the mystery of who they are and what they're doing right now to fill my head. I want to have dreams.