I dreamt of her again...

This time, we were standing on the roof a building, and we're talking (i think) of her marriage...

sigh.

She's been in my dreams, a frequent customer to my inn of sleeping thoughts. I thought I was over her, but these 7-8 years proved that I cared for her too much... I often hated myself, if I had taken action that time, we could've been together, and she wouldn't have to be with that Jerk. Sometimes i feel I'm at fault, my indecisiveness caused her so much pain.. but its too late.

She's chosen her One, a nice foreign guy, and all i could do is to wish her well... and hope she made the right choice..

I hate these dreams.. i really do.

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