I woke up with a shriek. Tears brimming in my eyes, fighting desperately for freedom as to be dammed up. All of a sudden the windows to my soul started leaking. The blockage is coming apart. Either his spell wasn't strong enough or I'm stronger than he thought.
Ever since I took knowledge in that strange name, weeks ago. I've been having some wicked dreams. All I can think about is, how it could even be? Are these dreams memories that wants to be awakened? Life with Max, as I can recall it, was so unpredictable. The core of something that shouldn't be remotely possible. I still don't remember everything that happened, when I was absent from the real world- but I do remember enough to know just how much I miss him. I know that I have loved him. That I've been in love with him, I still am.
