v u l v a l i c i o u s
and it hurts
we're standing together at work. somehow everyone i know (have ever known) seems to work here. but right now, here we are. you and me. i like you. the weight of it is palpable, even in the dream world.
it's not you, though, who matters.
i am there and then there's someone else. hurt and angry and saying, "i'm still so in love with you."
you look so uncomfortable. i feel heavy and wrong. the dream has involved a lot of running in circles already. chasing down people and things. swimming and staying wet, feeling cold and tired.
i turn to that other person and try to say the right thing, but there's no right thing to be said. it hurts. it just hurts.