I had a very vivid dream last night about an exboyfriend. He had come back into my life and we were flirting and fooling around and I could barely get my head around why we ever broke up. He seemed so caring and genuine.

“He’s not such a bad guy,” my dreamself mused, “Maybe we could make this work.” I simply couldn’t comprehend why we’d broken up. In the dream I remembered talking to one of his other exgirlfriends last summer (which I actually did), and wondered why she had been so dismissive of him.

At 4:45am, when I woke up from this dream, I was sad about his death for the first time.