I couldn’t recognize your face only your name…

I could feel my eyes rapidly moving, my body twitching as I began to fall into the endless void of dreams. The deeper I went, the more it felt like I was awakening into reality—or as if I had slipped into another dimension. Every detail of the environment, the people, the objects around me… and you.

Your face.

I knew your name, but I couldn’t recognize your face.

The deeper I fell into the realm of dreams, the more it became a nightmare.

I reached out. My hand stretched toward you, but gravity lifted me away.

I couldn’t even scream your name. Every breath of air turned to silence.

And in this realm of darkness, I feel so distant from you.

I feel so alone.

Helpless.

Jealous.

Angry.

And there is nothing I can do to remember your face—only your name,

which will soon become ancient history.

Is this what my dreams were trying to tell me?

That our time, while short, was never meant to last forever?

That I was never meant to be yours—and you were never mine?

It’s selfish.

It’s chaotic.

To miss someone this much.

It’s completely insane to love someone.

And yet… that is how love works.

It consumes you.

It eats away at your soul because you believe—

in something that transcends space and time,

beyond reality,

beyond dreams.

Or… you let it destroy you.

You let it eat away at your heart.

You wallow in misery.

You become obsessed with an idea that doesn’t even exist.

And if it did exist…

wouldn’t it have happened?

I let this side of love become destructive.

And I have to admit… I’m ashamed.

Not for loving you—no.

Because loving someone for their happiness is still love.

I’m ashamed for not loving myself.

For not being there to heal the inner me.

He deserves better.

Just like I believed you deserved better.

I…

I…

I…

I miss you.