Who decides?

Well, today's a difficult thing for me to write.

If you follow my posts you'll know I once wrote about a boy, one who disappointed me in a awful way in which my "friend" was involved.

Anyways, already a couple of years after that, and I'm over it, but who really decides if I'm over it?

Apparently my brain's not really over it due to the fact that last night he was the main-character of my dream.

And I must admit it was not a bad dream, yet, it was not good.

It was really realistic.

It felt really realistic.

So in this dream, I went to this event or so, it was so crowded... And there it was.

My eyes got him almost automatically, I couldn't believe it was him.

I wished we didn't make eye contact but we did. We came right to me.

"Hello" he said.

Exactly with the same tone and voice that I remember he has.

I stared at him.

"How could you..." I replied.

Of course his best answer was to suggest we should talk.

"Let's talk it off" I imagine he was more willing to say. But he likes to maintain his rightness.

"Well, I already cried it off" I thought.

Next thing I know is that we were sitting on the floor with a cup of champagne each, just talking about everything but what happened.

Talking like nothing has change at all.

And then she arrives, and that look.

We made eye contact and her look, almost made me feel as she was sorry for what happened.

Well, I am sorry, they gave me a lot of happiness back then. But shit happens, right?

No words between me and her, and then I woke up.

So can somebody, please, tell me what kind of sign is this?

Because it was such a realistic scenario. I am almost sure that if those are the circumstances of our next meet, it would happen right like that.

And is that bad?

Well, there's a lot of things I can't tell.

What I do can tell is that I got over it long time ago.

But as I can see, my mind is not really over I think. Somehow, there's no feelings involved. It was just and purely, words.