The staircase dream

I had this dream before it all ended and turned to crap.

In this dream, I was walking down a staircase, he was walking up (with an anonymous girl). We met in the middle and had this wonderful kiss and the world around us dissolved. Then we went on walking, he going up, I going down. I was looking for something I think. But I felt secure in that he kissed me and he chose to be with me instead of that girl, even for a second. I've never felt secure before. I liked it.

In reality, he had invited me to see his band play. I had met his friends, been to his local haunts, was feeling closer to him yet I guess there was never much of a deep conversation anywhere. I thought nothing of it, it's meant to be lighthearted and fun at the start. We could get to the dark and twisted stuff later.

But then he pulled away. I reached out to nothing, empty air. So I took my courage and the pain I knew was about to inflict on myself and I went to see him as he was finishing his work shift. We ended things for sure. It sucked. He's this mess of a guy, and I would've stayed. I would've stayed. If only he hadn't run off on me; because when he did he took my trust with him. I was ready. I was trusting. And that's when he chose to leave.

I keep finding jasmine where ever I walk. I've been thinking and thinking about telling you about that dream I had. I keep hearing songs you played me on the radio. I've been wanting to tell you that only you can fix you. And you can. Happy birthday.