and so it goes that i fell asleep for four and half years dreaming of real love and real moments then i awoke and that real love was not real those real moments were a figment of my hopeful imagination and so i feel regret for ever closing my eyes and for ever dreaming and for ever loving so much without knowing i was never loved in return
"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you."