You got married and I could feel my walls beginning to fall down, because not only had I not moved on but it was too late for me to begin.
We were older at someones lake house or beach house having a party. But the party turned wrong when your wife got there, they were all saying congratulations to her and I looked for you. But you weren’t there. Before that the party I noticed was really formal, like prom formal, everyone in beautiful dresses, it never occurred to me why.
That douchebag I hate was there too, and he was being nice to me and my dad who was also there, so I didn’t feel the urge to punch him in the face.
Then the next day, or just next,(in dreams its just next?) We were at school, but it was like college school, not your Texas university and not Syracuse but it was snowing. I walked up to you with everything in me fighting to keep it together, and tried small talk. You smiled and talked normally and walked away. Happy.
Then I woke up.