Confession #2

Well!
I just discovered my adored ex boyfriend actually is a year younger than I thought. Not a great deal. He never looked as old as I thought he was. Why is this a "confession"? No idea. I guess it is just some kind of "enlightment". This has been "Alex's weekend", after all. I even had a dream about him... We would look at eachother, locking our eyes together. We were surrounded by a bunch of people - No idea who they were. We were just standing there. At times, I would be doing something else, and I felt his eyes over me. At times, my eres were pierced to his figure, while he was doing another thing.
We didn't talk. Or maybe we did - Just a couple of lines, in a computer room. I can't remember what we said, though. But I do remember how he reached across the room and hugged me. And I also remember how, when I was already awake, I would daydream about him being near me.

Oh, fuck. I'm goings nuts over the fact that I can't get over him. And no, this is not "Blog Entry"-worthy. I'm still over the whole procedure of "I may not love him anymore, but he is still as present as he was a year before, he is still in my dreams, in my daydreams." Yay me. I'm in the exact position as I was a year and a month ago. Plus, I need to go to the bathroom (?).

It was lost long ago, but it's all coming back to me.

iTunes: It's all coming back to me now - Celine Dion.