Still thinking about my ex on and off. Last night I dreamed I was on my way to the el platform. There was an escalator that went into infinity, both ways. We passed on opposite sides, I tried to smile and looked at his face, he started straight ahead. It’s the first time I’ve been able to clearly remember his face. Glasses, giant eyes, some acne scars. Cute crooked smile with gappy teeth.
I don’t even feel scared, but I am weirdly curious. I’m wondering why he’s cropped up as soon as I started exhibiting symptoms of mania.