A couple of nights ago I had this dream that I did get a chance to go back to the past. When I got there, it was empty.

Nobody was there but me because everyone else had moved on. It took me a while to realize this fact in the dream because I did look for the life that used to be mine.

Sometimes people would pass through like if they were having a memory, but they never stayed. It was never the same as actually being with the actual person.  I only came across people who were sad, miserable, lost and trapped in the past like I was. I didn't want to be there anymore because I missed life. In the dream it was too late.  I had already made my choice.

I want to choose happiness.