Hey, this night when I almost there in my dreamland I hear my phone ringing.
It was your call.
I don’t know what kind of thing you want talk with me. It is weird that you call me for no reason or just talk.
I have a bad idea. We talk about anything. I mean everything stupid and we’re here: your point.
“I love you, but…” You say.
I don’t listen anymore those words out of your lips. I know you don’t have that love, anymore.
“… But, I love you.” I say.
Its a very long silent. 5 seconds.
Finally, “Good night.”
It was a good bye for me. I hope that was only my nightmare, but I realize that from now on I only can dream about you every night.
You’re not mine. You’re only my dream.
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