Why are you so different from reality? Like why are you so different from my memories compared to reality?
I dreamt of you—last night…
With the beautiful girl in white swim suit.
She's pretty—
—pretty lucky
I've imagined
Countless of text messages and good nights you sent to her.
Study dates you go on together
Late night calls you both have
I'm not obsess…
I'm insane
Insane from these dreams I don't even ant to dream
These memories haunting me
Please, stop it.
Stop haunting me even in my dreams…please stop…
My ex first love and your girlfriend