Another night, another dream, but always you

This time, my dream involved not one, but two ex-friends, which made it all the more poignant and disturbing. Lui and I were talking to Sarah, the girl who we're pretty sure sent Lui that email and effectively tried to break us up last December, and she mentioned that she'd seen Piano Man recently. I casually asked how he was doing, which is something I do kind of a lot in real life too, and she said she hadn't really talked to him, just seen him in passing.

Then Lui left the room to go to the bathroom or make a phone call or something, and I just knew.

"So how is Piano Man?" I repeated eagerly.

"He says hi," she said, leaning forward to excitedly devour the moment along with me.

"Awwwww, tell him I said hi back. And that I miss him."

I then spent the next few minutes agonizing over what I would write in a note to have her deliver to him - it had to be concise, but meaningful and enticing, and I had to finish it and get it safely hidden away in her purse before Lui came back.

I had just settled on,

Hi to you too.
I really miss you.
...Coffee?
[my phone number],

and scrawled it onto a business-card-sized scrap of paper, when my alarm went off.

It was another tough, coming-back-to-reality, accepting-Lui-next-to-me-without-feeling-guilty, getting-out-of-bed sort of morning. I really do miss Piano Man, sometimes every bit as much as I want to punch him, which, needless to say, is always more than I should.