Last night I dreamt about you again. I was staring at you through the glass window outside that cold night outside your place. for a while I could not enter for I could not find some way to get in.

I called in my dream for you, and had no answer, and peering closer through that window I saw the both of you, your arms entwined around her hips, her tongue sticking out for your mouth. In my dream, I know that you’re in love with her and the feeling resonates like squishing broken glasses on palms.

There is something demoralizing about watching you both get more and more crazy about each other.

Then, like all dreamers, a sudden supernatural powers made me pass like a spirit through that glass before me, and the next thing is that I was carrying this butcher knife and stuck it on her dainty head and all you did was to stare and whisper I LOVE YOU.