Dear Missy Natasha,

It's been quite some time since I've updated this "sad case scenario" blog o'mine.

I dreamed of you sometime last week.

I dreamt of you holding my hand as we descended down an escalator somewhere.

You were smiling to me, genuinely.

Then, a few days later I dreamt about you again.

I was at your home, I was talking with you, whilst your mum was sitting beside you, and everyone was in a happy mood.

Dreams...what I can afford, dreams.

I'm losing hope, I'm losing strength.

...and I have yet to do anything about it!

I don't know, but one thing about me, I am scared of losing.

Especially losing something I really want.

In this case, I want you.

I want you to be mine.

But, alas. I know that you don't want to be mine.

I know that I'm not worth it.

Sad, eh?

Later,
AY_Natasha.