thirtyeight

I had a dream about you for the first time in as long as I can remember. There was a bonfire, and there were many other people, but I can't recall any of them. Only you. And the things I said. The most horrible, vile things I've said and didn't think to say before. The look on your face was all I needed, and my heart exploded with joy. I had never wanted to hurt anyone more in such a vicious manner than I did in that moment, just you and me. It was everything I think other people consider heaven to be.

I can't decide if this makes me a bad person in real life.