The End of Part II

I dreamt of you last night. 

You came up to me in the lounge,

and asked to talk to me in private.

We went into my room

where you told me you'd do anything

to have me back.

I told you about how

sometimes, I open up our messages,

type one up,

and then erase it.

I told you about 

how I wanted to tell you

"I love you"

one last time.

"I miss you"

was my second most popular message

that I typed up, only to throw away.

You kissed me,

something that hasn't happened

it what feels like too long.

"Do what feels right,"

you told me. 

I told you to do the same,

but apparently,

that meant very different things in our eyes.

I wanted nothing more

than for you to hold me

while I cried about not having you there.

Am I surprised you decided to take it farther?

I went with it anyway

because I wanted to do anything

to get you to stay.

To move away from home

and live with me.

To tell me you love and miss me back.

I woke up wishing to go back to sleep,

since that's apparently the only time

I can see you. 

I am fully awake now,

reminding myself that there's going to be

someone better out there 

for the both of us.