To the one who was

It's funny and ironic to think that when we were together, I would rarely dream about you. Years have passed since we broke up and now I often dream about you...good dreams, happy dreams. In my dreams we are together, sneaking from the world's eye and finding ways to be with each other. Honestly, these dreams seem so real, I want to stay in them. Because we are together and we are happy. Only thing that matters in my Dreamland is that we are together, and I can't deny the way it makes me feel. Content, happy, loved and all those other adjectives related to love. It feels complete and then, I wake up. The realisation sets in, that it was just a dream. You and I haven't spoken to each other for long now. Do you also sometimes dream of me? Does it seem happy in those dreams? Do you also want to be with me in those dreams but then reality strikes? I don't even know if I will ever get honest answers to these questions or if we will ever speak again. One thing that I do know is the love never goes away. It always stays, intact, the same way it was, always. If you ever need love come find it with me. And till then I  will find it in me to love myself too, because I know you are never coming back to me, never again.