Peter Pan Complex

Call me redundant, but you were in my dreams last night. It's uncanny, seeing that the last involuntary thought I can remember consisted of your presence as well. But, what's even more peculiar is that... it seems as though I can't help but to relive every subconscious moment we're together. Frankly, if it was up to me you'd be obliterated completely from my mind, but I have no control and it attacks me like a pest until I liberate it from my impulse thoughts because they can turn into impulse actions and then I'd be impulsively regretful.

We were friends. I was comfortable enough to give you a playful tug and for you to laugh... not the awkward "heh" people do when they're stuck in a situation, but a legitimate, momentary bliss. It felt so real because you looked like you today and we were both a bit more mature, a bit more awkward, and a bit more forgiving. It was as though our companionship started at that moment and there was nothing before to hinder that instance.  

And the greatest part is, I forgot that we had a history and you acted as though we never did. I just knew you as you, and you probably just saw me as me.

Then I woke up, and felt like an open can of carbonated gas.