WHO CARES?

I had a dream about her....we were in a bus and she was in her white gown and she asked me to come.She was a child so it must have been easier.

Her mother was in the dream too.I had just told her off.I hate her mother.

The thing is she has not asked. If she did I'd probably be there in a heartbeat.

But this is her way and it hurts.

I feel my heart has become cold and hard.