Today I woke up to a new way of being broken. In the dream there was a girl and a boy. The girl had a lover and the boy had a lover as well. The boy and the girl were staying at the same place for the time being. They were looking at each other only, no words. For some reason they both went out and it began to rain terribly. They saw each other on the street. They both had their big umbrellas and decided to walk together. After a while the boy and the girl found a nice, dry bench to sit on. They did not say a word, still. The boy kissed the girl for a second. And then he said, "Finally" and kissed the girl again.
When the girl went back home, she got a text message from the boy. The boy sent her a video of a candle burning and wrote: "This is how much I could express myself today." Then there was a second message from the boy: "And this is how my love for you has burnt me alive for years.." with an image of hell-like, huge fire, and a single man standing in the middle, watching the flames. The girl was speechless.
How could she.. How could anyone..
She was burning.
She woke up.
