Daydream
Like being depressed on the way home after a fun-filled day at the theme park.
The magic of a midday drink is beautifully transformed into a headache and nausea at night.
I would have loved you that much.
You are now either a memory I don't want to remember, or a stepping stone to a new love.
It's not what I wanted, but that's the way relationships are supposed to be.
So we have to step on that step.
Like I'm going to want to be drinking again by midday tomorrow.
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