Today I dreamt of you. Of you and me. It was a bitter-sweet reverie, one that was over before it even started. Just as it always happens for us.

In my dream I saw your eyes sparkling whenever you looked at me, I felt your smooth hands working magic on my skin, I tasted the sweetness of your lips grazing mine tenderly, I smelt your intoxicating essence when your strong arms pulled me closer to you and shiver as your deep, entrancing voice whispered three little words that made me shiver.

And then I woke. I realized that the dearest desire of my heart could not be granted to me by you. And so I thought of moving on.

I've thought so many times about it, and yet I can't come to do so. You're like the sound of an Indian flute in the ears of a snake, like the feeling of heroine in the body of an addict, like a poem to the heart of a girl in love.

Please, don't call me again. Please, just let me flee from whatever illusion I might have created for myself. Please, open up the doors of the cage you unconsciously built around me. Please, let me go and love somebody else. Please, just let me be as I was before I met you. Please, let me forget...