i dreamt of HER again last night….it’s disgusting in a way…the method in which she can still enter my mind and corrupt my thoughts. her voice was so sweet…her actions so pure…and she was once again as pretty as the day i met her. and no…not sexual, simply a phone convo in the dream, and seeing her briefly as well. part of me still misses you, she-hag, and the rest only remembers that you exist.