From S.

Two nights ago, S. broke up with me in a dream. Imagine a dream where all the bad habits and annoying traits you know you have come pouring out at once. That was me in this dream, and he finally had enough. “We can’t do this anymore,” he said. I shook myself awake and I was sheepish the whole next day.

When we met up later that afternoon, I told him, “I was doing this, and then I was doing that,” and he said, “Yeah, that sounds about right.” “Hey!” I said. And he laughed. It is indescribably good to be with someone who knows you at your worst and is still surprised to hear he broke up with you.

He sent me this last night. Enjoy.