I rarely ever think about her anymore, at all. But she showed up in a dream over the weekend.

I was led into the situation by an old friend. I found myself in a spacious restaurant, surrounded by my friends, and she was there. She said that she wasn't finished, that she needed closure, that we were finishing a conversation.

I told her, sorry, nope. It's not about you, and I'm already done. And then I walked out.

Good job, dream me.