Tonight I dreamt about you and the conversation we never had. The one where we just speak out all of our feelings. You were talking so calmly, and I was just crying and crying and being desperate. But somehow it didn’t even feel like it was you. It was this cold hearted person that I couldn’t even recognise. And then I realised that I wasn’t crying because you were leaving me, I was crying because you didn’t exist anymore. The persone I felt in love with, completely gone. So I guess this in not about being left, it’s about suffering a bereavement. We didn’t break up, you died.


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