Sorry I can’t, I’m actually really sick.

And I found myself wondering
How you were
Since my dream the other night
I asked myself
When will I get over all of this
I don’t actually care how you are
My subconscious does
If that means I do
It’s false
It was just a dream
After some therapy I’ve actually learned it’s not you I want
It’s to feel that way again
About something.
If you still read these
I want you to know,
when you asked me to see you last time
And I declined
I was actually sick
And then a couple days ago I dreamt of you
The next day I woke up with a cold
It’s a coincidence obviously
But If maybe you were thinking of me
And it triggered it. Just in case.
So, I’m sorry I can’t today I’m really sick
Maybe it’s just not meant to be
And that’s the universes way of keeping us apart
Maybe if I wasn’t sick I would’ve seen you
And fallen in love again
If that’s even what you call it
I don’t believe it that anymore
I haven’t in a long time
You were the only one who saw my words on pages and the only one who knew where to find it
Where to find my heart
So if you’re reading
Stop thinking about me because I’m tired of having endless colds.
My nose is stuffed
My throat hurts
It feels just like it did when you left and I cried for 4 days and didn’t leave bed
Maybe it’s reminding me
So
I’m sorry I’m sick, I can’t today.