Yet another...... dream

This time, it felt so real. So real that I woke up, crying.

I know that I'm strong, but sometimes, just sometimes, you can't control memories from flooding back, can you?

In my dream, I met you. I can't exactly remember the details, just bits and pieces of us talking, and then me, crying. I can't remember why, but I can pretty much guess. There are many reasons for me to if I ever see you, no? Cos you've hurt me like no one ever did, cos I hate you, cos I think I hate you, cos you owe a bigass amount of explanation, cos I don't like the truth, cos you were never who I thought you were, and maybe, as much as I hate it, cos I miss you.

But it was only a dream. And the only thing that I've learnt from it, is that you'll bring nothing more than tears in my life.

Like I've said, I know I'm strong. And therefore, if one day, somehow, somewhere, I were to actually meet you, I know that no tears will fall.

I don't know what I'll do. Probably ask how you've been, or perhaps, walk away and pretend that we've never met (like how you did the last, last time I ever saw you, now that I think of it). But no, I'll definitely not cry.

Because you're not worth my tears.