the one of the right, the bane of existance right now but I still love him. I'm either the stupidest woman on earth or the strongest woman I know. My dreams still trick me into a surreal reality of him still being in my life. Maybe my time with him was a dream, I'll never be sure. Either way I wake up and he's not around anymore. My friend told me that I cannot save him, that the real world has too much of a hold on him even for me to break through. He might be alone forever, that thought makes me very sad.