Moving on, one dream at a time

Not too long ago, I finally got over a major crush—the kind that lingers in your head for way too long, even when you know you should move on. He used to be this sweet, genuine guy, the kind that actually listens when you talk, holds the door open, all that. But somewhere along the way, he changed. Started acting like a “bad boy,” always trying to impress his friends, putting on this whole “too cool to care” act. And honestly? It sucked to watch. Because I knew him before all that. I knew the real him.

For a while, I couldn’t shake the feeling of missing who he used to be. But then, something weird started happening—he kept showing up in my dreams. Not the version of him that exists now, but the one I used to know. The one who was kind, gentle, and actually noticed me. It was like my mind refused to let go of the past, so it created this alternate reality where he was still the same.

And you know what? I think those dreams helped me move on.

Not in a sad, “I wish things were different” way. More like… I finally get it. I know what I want now, and it’s not some guy pretending to be something he’s not. I don’t want someone who has to perform for a crowd. I want something real.

I won’t forget the person I used to like. But I’m done chasing ghosts.

Dreams are weird, huh?