After a long time, I dreamt of he-who-should-not-be-named again. Seeing his face in my dreams sent a jolt of energy inside me. Like before, my eyes immediately opened and I felt that heavy feeling in my chest again. His image awoke all my senses, that when Ate asked me to iron out her uniform I was able to do so without any hesitations. I wonder what is it that made me dream about him. Does this mean that I subconsciously think of him before I sleep? Is this a sign that I will be seeing him again soon? Did something happen to him? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that I still am not ready to see him. I’m much better now compared to a year ago. But I’m still in the early stages of healing. Something in me is still vulnerable to him. A part of me still bleeds. I know I’m taking small steps to completely cure my heart. That is why I think I can’t see him yet. I am not prepared for that. It may just pry open the slowly healing wound…
What a way to start my day…
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