I had a horrible nightmare last night. Apparently I died. And as a  punishment for my sins, I'm forced to see Luke die in the car crash repeatedly. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked in tears and I was sweating. And it literally hurt. It has been 440 days since the accident. *sigh* And I'm scared to talk about this with the boyfriend because. I don't know. How do you talk about such a thing with your boyfriend? I know that people are going to say that was my past and I should focus on the present. Or something along those lines. But it's super easy to say that. 


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