Still licking the wounds

Had the most vivid dream about you again last night.

After all this time, looks like my subconscious is still looking for answers. Not exactly satisfied with the smoking-lies story that you told me.

It was someone by the name of Tay, fuzzy-faced in my memory, who told me that you made a mistake of sleeping with somebody else whilst you were drunk. But who's to know what's real and what's not anyway. You'd probably have told me off, bringing up the "you slept with my twin sister" situation that I blamed you on.

The weird part was, I woke up with that wound ripped something raw again. My heart started hurting again. Thoughts of you plagued my mind and tears came with it.

After all this time, I'm still licking my wounds.


Who am I kidding? All I really want to do is tell you that I miss you. Whether it's the "you" of the past or present, just you. And the most telling sign is waking up to a Facebook search history of "Ian Tantono" at the top of the list after a drunken night.

Although my heart still hurts something terrible, I truly hope that you're happier now because I have enough sadness and regret for the both of us.


I know, I know.

"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald