i had the strangest dream. that i was walking hand in hand down some road on a drizzly night with someone i supposedly was with. then i tilted my head to touch his, something that seemed born out of a desperate attempt to establish a connection mentally, emotionally. because, i didn’t feel like i loved him enough.
what’s surreal was that feeling. of not loving enough.
i would never cheat myself like that–be together with someone i don’t love enough. but sometimes i wonder if things would be different if i hadn’t found him. would i have compromised?