I dreamt he broke up with her, and it just so happened she was laying on a couch that I had to keep walking by, and I almost felt sorry for her, but I was so glad they were over. Then I found him, and I didn't know what to say. Then he reached out for me, and wrapped me in his arms. He held me, and apologized for everything he said and did, and said he wished he could love me the way I deserved because he honestly never wanted me out of his life. And I cried in his arms.
He isn't the boy of my dreams. He isn't going to change. It's time to move on.
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