Today, I dreamt about you again.

I was stood outside your place with my heart in the palm of my hands; wishing you would open the door, pull me into your embrace whilst telling me 'it's okay, I want to be with you and only you'. I would cry helplessly but I'd be relieved and content at the same time, and I'd have held on so tight that you wouldn't second guess anything.

Unfortunately, that was only a dream within a dream as I'm greeted by your mother instead. Her eyes are familiar but they look sad. She tells me you're still asleep in your room. I feel nervous as I make my own way towards it. Your mother tells me to stop but I don't.

I have to see...

And there you were, sleeping soundly as I've watched you so many times before in your all-white bed. Only this time, instead of me lying next to you, I see her. You're holding her tightly against you. It then all comes back; all the emotions, the sadness, and the grief. It hits me very hard that it's really over. You really went back to her. I could never walk side by side with you, hold your hands, hug you with all my might, your face or kiss your lips in the same way ever again.

In all honesty, I really wish the time you spent with me were enough for you to move on from her.