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Originally Posted by Purple,Violet,Blue
Well, she sounds like an absolute delight!
(Sorry, again).
Every word makes sense. It's good that you're at the stage where you're seeing her clearly. It must be very painful.
Romantic love like that is often delusional. And what a shock when we wake up.
There's a poem that really struck a chord with me when I was going through this.
Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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How very appropriate for me today! Thank you so much. My dreams last night were so real, I was standing in front of my ex and two of her awful friends, her only friends left by the way, and I was apologizing for something to all three. I don't know what or why, but it wasn't uncommon for me to be forced to do so in order to even get a hug or spoken to at all civilly. There was a stringed instrument, coincidentally, although it was a guitar. I set it on fire when they all started laughing at me after I said I was sorry, and then I held it, while it burned me to death.