Oh my days.. Apparently you came around today.. I was literally so fucked.. I needed to pee so I ran to the loo and I came back and you were gone. Please don't think I ran because of you. You really aren't as important as you think you are.

Last night I had some crazy dream with you in it. It was literally the craziest thing ever. Well I was just sat on the sofa of your house and you were sat on the other side.. You then slid next to me and tried to kiss me. At first, I rejected you and moved back from you, then you apologised and we sort of got back together. You walked me and my friend home and there was a pool table randomly there and then you literally picked me up and we nearly had sex on the pool table but loads of strangers walked in and it stopped us. Then my friend had to leave so I left you and went to find a bike for her. I came back to see you sleeping so peacefully on the sofa, all curled up and under a blanket. I came over and tried to subtly sleep with you but you woke up and gave me a kiss on the head and moved up to give me space, holding me as we napped. We both starts to get seriously hot and that was when you were like "omg I can't stand this. This is hot too!" And you literally showed me how horny you and your penis were. Wow. I laughed and you picked me up and we had sex on the sofa. We were literally like horny teenagers. Poor tainted sofa. We got dressed and went upstairs where my family were there?! We were forced to sleep apart on different beds with my mum cockblocking because she didn't want us having sex... Awks. I fell asleep and when I woke up, you were gone. So I messaged you asking where you were. You had flown back to Portugal and you were enjoying an ice cream and you became really soppy and told me how you wished I was there with you and how you missed me. The day passed by when the door bell rang so I ran to open the door, where you stood there, looking super hot. I ran to you and hugged you. You told me you couldn't live or have fun without me so you decided to surprise me by flying me with you to Portugal. You held my hand as we ran through the airport and we see your sister who's pregnant with her boy and we congratulate them and we carry on running, hand in hand.

That was some messed up dream. It felt so real. Kissing you felt so real. Cuddling up whilst we slept felt so real too. My brain must be so fucked up if it's like creating such weird dreams like that. It's okay though, I don't think about you in that way anymore. Of course, it would be nice if our story was that romantic but our story has already ended. The last full stop was already written. It was all a dream itself. So don't worry about it. You don't need to care anymore. I can live without you.