dreamt of having the old you back. not the one that was loving, sweet and tender. but the one who was still angry and disappointed in me because you still loved me. i miss talking to you. i want to talk to you. but if we do that now i wouldn't be sure if i was talking to you or your defences. if we were to talk, i just want you to be sincere with me again; i want to see every sliver of emotion & every sign of weakness. it made me angry then, but at least that distance didn't feel as abysmal as it does now.