A piece of the past...AGAIN

You visit me in my dream...you act like I would 'dream' you to act. You told me she didn't even compare to me, and that was all you had to say. I know it's not the real you, but what am I to do? If only we could carry on our dream sequence and never have the reality. The reality of who you truly are. I'm proud of myself and disappointed by you. I knew all along that you would turn out this way, yet I will NEVER let you get me -- I’m too good for that and I know it.


I believe this is from my freshman year in college, and I have a good guess as to who it's about. Still, it is from my Anonymous Journal, thus, it seems I have delightfully spared us all of the details. Mostly, I wonder why and how I ever felt that way... and who is this girl who needed to write all of that down? There was conviction in her words, and because I know the outcome I admire and pity her at the same time.