Him again - bayou

Date: 12/14/2018

I still dream about him almost every night, even though I haven’t seen him for four years. Last night, I dreamt that I lived in a swamp, similar to the swamps in Louisiana or Mississippi. To travel around, we floated on boards and pushed ourselves forward with long sticks. I dreamt that he came to see me there, for the sole purpose of telling me he no longer loved me. I knew he was lying — no one flies from Switzerland to the bayou to find someone they broke up with four years ago and tell them that it’s finally over.