By Lolas Samaras
"You did it, you lost it."
"My believe, my heart, my love."
I feel the morning spirit, the birds are talking and I feel like nothing happened. I slap my face and realise that what happened wasn't just a dream, and it's his fault.
I walk downstairs and make my self a tea, when my mom walks in and says " darling, you are up early. Did you have that dream again?, you know... about the boy."
Yes, but it wasn't just a dream.
"No mom."
"Ok darling."
I took my cup of tea, and walk back upstairs to my room. I've sit on my chair and start thinking about him. It's like he was there with me, but he's not.
I feel like every time I think about him,he's there.
it's like he listens, and feels the pain.
The pain he caused me.