I had the most awful dreams about my previous relationship again, where this is every night. But I think last night was really bad.
I had been looking for them everywhere and found them, we spoke and talked about my tattoo. She was writing down what the tattoo looked like on a pad, so that they could go and look up it's meaning, rather than take my word for it.
I then lost them again and was trying to find them. I thought I'd woken up, as I was in bed with her soft toys looking at me, but she wasn't there and I started crying and I think my dad was around in the house (he's long pasted away), then I woke up for real - fucking hell!