2023-09-12: what's going on?

so she was in yesterday's dream, and now again last night? and this time, looking correct? we're running through the city. an easy pace. and we're talking. it feels strange even writing this, that dream feeling in many ways far more real than the one before.

to think of someone so many years later, long past their place in your life. we fell for each other; then we were friends, chatting years after the last time we met face to face. and then we just...stopped. both of us uprooting our lives thousands of miles, losing track of each other in the intensity and burn. in the drift. i didn't really think of her then, and i doubt she thought of me. six hours and an ocean between us.