A night of weird, strong dreams.
First I dreamt that she came back. She came back and made everything terrible, and no one got what they wanted, even him. No one was happy. Not she, nor I, nor him. Everyone was in terrible pain.
Then I dreamt about Keith Jarrett. And I missed you. And I noticed your hands and how much his resemble yours.
Then I dreamt of falling.
I woke with a start every time. Strange night.
Also? Postscript unrelated? I can't believe you're engaged. If even a scumbag like you can find someone, I guess there's hope for the rest of us.