Nightmare

I know it's just a dream. You've been in my dream for 2 consecutive nights.

The first night, we were at school and we have our classmates and friends there.
You were with your "other" Ex, and then there's me. I won't go into details since it's not important. Because really, I don't want to be dreaming about you and your Ex, since I am your Ex too.

I don't really care if right now you are with one of your Exes, that you chose to get back to her after you left and broke my heart into pieces. It's none of my business, and I really hate that the universe is playing with my mind while i'm asleep, it sucks you know.

Second night was last night. I probably dreamed about you since I saw your picture with your family. You look fine and happy, I guess you find a new one to play your games with. What makes me laugh is that, you were wearing the shirt I gave you, along with the watch and the bag that I gave you. It's funny that you don't remember me when you check the time, or wear that shirt that I bought when I was in Japan for a vacation. Or when you checked your bag that I had given you for your birthday, or even the wallet that I bought you cause you don't have one. It's funny how someone can forget that, hell I can even remember the slightest thing if it's a gift from someone. You are one hell of a douche. You really are a player, and yeah, for a moment it pissed me off, then I thought to myself, WTH, IDGAF anymore. I'd just treat that as a donation to the needy. If you can turn off the memories and feelings just like that, then you my ex are not a human, you are one heartless son of a bitch you motherfucking ass hole.

Back to the dream, it is nothing really, you just sent me a message and a friend request in Facebook, and then you are tagging along with Me and a friend while walking in a mall or amusement park, but that was interrupted by my alarm clock, Thank God! I wouldn't want to know what happens next, doesn't really matter, since you don't matter anymore. And I'm pretty sure I don't matter anymore to you.

It was just a dream, I told myself. That It doesn't mean anything, and I didn't feel anything. I've accepted the fact that you are not coming back, that you've found someone new or old already. That everything was just a game to you, that there was never really an "us". And I know that this is just the universe playing with me, but really, I'm moving on, forward even. With myself and with God.

So you can go fuck yourself you shit face asshole!