It’s Valentines day and I wanted to call you

I looked at your contact and had an urge to dial, It’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to hear your voice.

I could’ve started a conversation with something mundane, like how I tried a new pizza flavor or how I’m not enjoying the tv series I picked up again.

Most importantly, I could reveal that I dreamed of you once more.

You’re a constant character in my dreams, always by my side like before, when things were good. (Were things ever good?)

It’s like you’re waiting for me to fall asleep, so you’ll come to me. You never fail to come to me.

The last time we met (physically), things went weird again. You “pushed” me out of your space, leaving me in pain.

Why do you always make me feel unwanted, “Am I a stain?”

In anger I ignored your “courtesy text” and I plan to ignore it for as a long as I can. It’s a way of keeping my dignity intact.

So no I won’t be calling you. You won’t be hearing about how Dominos’ chicken pie pizza taste horrible when it gets cold.

I won’t be informing you about how You, not you, You — Netflix has a lot of plot holes, that makes the morbid series so hard to watch.

I won’t tell you how we had a dreamy adventure, where I fell in a pool, and you carried me, so I wouldn’t touch the ground without my shoes.

I won’t spill that every night there’s a dream of us. A story I like to finish before I let the morning sunrays wake me up.

Maybe in another universe, you’ll chose me the way I choose you.

Maybe in another universe, our paths will align and we won’t have diametric values.

Maybe in another universe, I won’t be needing healing from you.

Perhaps today, I’ll be getting a gift with your name on it.

Because you’ll finally look at me and won’t feel tongue tied to say the words “I love you”

When do I finally get over you?