I never leave my house because it might rain again... and it's so nice and warm and cozy in here.

Last night I dreamt that he didn't exist, and, resting in bed, Moonlight Sonata methodically playing between my ears, the morning light exploring the grounds of my room, and the faint aroma of coco from the night before, I came to the realization that it is in dreams that we define what our dreams are.

And for the first time since discovering what would make me happiest, I woke up crying.