memory//I haven't forgotten about you

I dreamt about you last night and you were back in my life. It was so ridiculously real that I bought it; we were talking again and it was wonderful and I felt like nothing has changed. But I woke up and felt like a stupid fool for believing that we had miraculously patched everything up. It can't ever be the same again, even if we started talking to each other. It just can't, because the trajectories of our lives are moving further and further apart, and the gulf between us never narrows. The physical distance between us is so much smaller than some of my dearest friends, but the metaphysical distance is a sea that cannot be crossed.