The dreams are always the same; I find myself back in the rainy city of Seattle. Half of the time, I have moved back and I am looking for you everywhere. The other times, I am visiting and about to head back home. All I want to do is to see you, just one last time, a last time where I know it is the last time, but you are never there. You won’t answer your phone or respond to my longing messages, much like what happens outside of my dreams. I don’t want to be awake anymore, yet I don’t even find happiness in my dreams. I want this to be over; I want to forget about you.

I want to not miss you. I want to not dream about you anymore. I want to not remember your name, your face, your kisses, your bed, your city.

I want to forget it all.