bittersweet

May 15, 2020

I dreamed of you last night

I dreamed we got married in a colorful church in Mexico

We told my family, not yours

You gave me a ring full of flowers

We were 17 but completely in love

You told me I was the best thing in the world

And that no one would ever replace me

And I was bearing your child

Your sister came up to me and said

So? Did you do it? Did you marry your dream guy?

I didn’t do it. This is only a dream.

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