I had a dream last night. Lottie and I were married. Same age as we are now but married and having a lot of troubles. We ended up separated, I saw her dancing with someone else. I left early after talking to a few slutish girls. They told me that if I loved Lottie that’s all that should have mattered.
I went home, found my wedding band and put it on. Then went on a long ass walk. I came back and Saw Lottie sitting on the sofa, I asked to talk to her, we went outside and sat on the bench and told her I still loved her, I put my ring back on, I was ready for us to fix each other. Before I even had a chance to hear her reply I woke up.
Since I woke up my ring finger has been tingling, like something is missing from it. Like I’ve had to take off a ring I’ve had on for so long. Lottie took it off me last night… It’s gone. She’s gone. I’m gone.
I’ve lost her. The woman I love.
I’m not gonna post anything for a while. For me, this seems like a pretty big sign that this is my time, or at least my time is very near.
I lost my everything last night, and any hope of getting it back….