Epiphany.Heart telling brain that it needs Dave.
Brain telling heart that it doesn't need Dave and that it should shut the hell up and move on already. It's been two months; the normal grieving time when contact has ceased and desisted and as such, nature has taken its course.
Also, the body has taken down the photos of Dave and placed them with the scarf in the memory box until further notice.
My body does not have enough of the medication it would take to bear a reunion with Dave. I'm not sure whether or not I can even handle just getting coffee with him next month. Maybe I'll just go and not meet up with him at all.
Dreamt last night that I went to Albany and met up with this man named Dave only it wasn't my Dave. It was some other guy. We hit it off and were magically transported back from my college to my house. My brother peeks in my room where we would both sleep and starts asking him questions as though he was Dave. Somehow or another this Dave and I end up at a hotel where we end up sharing a room. We don't get that much privacy because some girl barges in (Jenn?) and takes over half the room and his attention.
I think this dream was when my migraine started. It would only make sense. I forget how it ended though.
