Just fucking LISTEN!

I walk out of the house. It's a nice, fall night. (pitch black, but the temp is neutral. Not hot, not cold. Enough that you can make it on a t-shirt alone.) We're in the suburbs, probably in the old house we first bought in Maple.

I walk out, looking for you.

You're in between the two cars out front.

I see you.

I grab you by your sides.

"I'm fucking, sorry!"

You're balling your eyes out.

"I can't."

Your tears and crying. Uncontrollable.

Ringing in my ears. Ringing.

I grab your face between my hands, squishing it.

"Listen to me, this is a dream, but I connect to you through my dreams, do you read my dreams?"

You have a confused look on your face.

All I want, is what I had in the past.

And yet, I know this is quite impossible.

"Waaaaaah."

Ringing. I can't stop the ringing.

You continue crying uncontrollably.

I continue squishing your face between my hands.

"I still love you."

It's ringing in my ears.

I want you to understand me.