It actually started out pretty weird, it’s a little foggy, but I do remember this man trying to murder me.
I was scared of him and ran around my house to try and escape.
My best friend and some family members died by his hands, and he ended up getting to me.
For some reason, I just stared at him, then proceeded to touch his face.
He had this really thick, fluffy black hair that reached a little further than his shoulders, and although I don’t quite remember exactly what he looked like, I do recall waking up thinking that he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
I told him that I didn’t care about what he’d done, I just wanted him in my life.
Then he gave me this really charming smile and hugged me, and everything else is just a black hole.
I’m a little in distress, because even if I can’t remember his face, I can’t stop thinking about him.