I had a dream about Camellia last night. We were in the stairway in a house, and I was going to go to the roof of the building. She came to me and got my hand in a way that her both hands covered one of my hands. I was on a higher stair, and I was looking at her face. She started to cry and beg. "Please be with me. Now, Nancy has gone and you don't have anyone," she begged. I could see her tears on her face. I didn't know what to do. I asked her to come with me to the roof, so we can talk about it. I had no feelings for her, but I didn't want to see her sad.
I have no idea why I had such a dream. I hope that she is doing well. I don't want to bother her by calling her. Perhaps, she doesn't even like me anymore. She posted a photo a few days ago titled "feeling freedom." I think that she no longer thinks about these things.
I have no idea why I had such a dream. I hope that she is doing well. I don't want to bother her by calling her. Perhaps, she doesn't even like me anymore. She posted a photo a few days ago titled "feeling freedom." I think that she no longer thinks about these things.
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