12.27.02 :: 12:06 pm
Terribly sad, cinematic-type dream involving me committing suicide and coming back as another girl because I felt incredibly guilty in leaving the love of my life.
The only catch was, I couldn't tell him it was me.
And all the sadness that implies. Trying to comfort his broken heart, pulling him down off ledges, curling himself in a fetal position around pictures of my former self.
It was awful. I have never felt so bad about something I had done to someone I don't even know in real life.
It's unexplainable, the sadness of it.
The Boy said he heard me whimpering in my sleep.
It was the most beautiful-looking but heartbreaking dream I've ever had.
I only hope it doesn't mean anything, in the grand scheme of things.