Not Finished With Me Yet (pt II)

Amor Mio,

Last night I dreamed of you and me. You were holding me, telling me that you loved me, that you never meant to hurt me. You were beautiful. But every time I tried to turn my head to look up at you I couldn’t. I could hear your voice, feel your arms around me but I could not see your face and I so needed to. I asked you why I couldn’t see you but I think you misunderstood because you told me that we weren’t together anymore.

I woke up crying.

Tuya Siempre

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