Intruder

I haven't spoken to you in person in over a year. I guess we parted on bad terms...

Or was it just the awkwardness of our inexistent relationship?
The feelings were there, everything else was a joke.

I would like to talk to you again.

And for that I'm a bit of a masochist.

Some days I hate you.

Yesterday was one of those days.

And then I dreamed of you.

How completely intrusive on your part.

Who do you think you are pushing yourself into my thoughts?
You could have at least given me a warning. That way I could have fought sleep all night to chase the dream away.

It wasn't anything completely epic.

You and I were in France somehow, under a burning Eiffel Tower.

Somehow we ended up having to cross this large body of water, and since I couldn't swim you helped me across.

I have no idea what this could mean, and I hope its just a bad reaction to something I ate before bed.

It could have been that banana cake.

Yes...

I'm getting rid of it now.