Last night I dreamt of you for the first time, in what has to have been a couple of years. It scared me, actually.
It’s not that I thought I’d moved on, but I hadn’t thought of you at all, which means I’d moved on. I’m honestly glad you showed up.
I need the point of reference, to help me deal with the way things have been going down lately. Just so you know, I have been back to the restaurant, and not just in my dreams.
I have the fortitude to go there. I’m not going to let you, nor what happened between us, take that good thing away from me.