Dream of You

Every now and then I dream of you. 


Of quiet corridors in our busy high school / side eyes from our classmates / teachers’ knowing glances (even when they knew nothing) / you sitting a little too close to me / your best handwriting / your laughs being funnier that the joke / sharing secrets we never shared with anyone else / studying together in all those free periods / just talking when we had nothing to study / just sitting in silence when we had nothing to talk about / you telling me you loved my hair, my eyes, my laugh / secretly texting late into the night and feeling guilty / long phone calls / hushed whispers every now and then / ‘I love you’s that were sometimes returned, sometimes not (what if someone overhead?) 


Every now and then I think of you. 


Of broken promises / missed calls / unanswered texts / spiteful words (I know neither of us meant them but we said them still) 


My dreams are longer than my thoughts but they are both equally destructive.

And I wonder if you realise it too— the pain we caused each other is still there, is it not?

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