I always believe that dreams are not just a product of our subconscious but life's way to tell us things we wanted to know.

Early this year I often dreamt of him, very sweet, caring, and very in love. And that's how he acts towards me. I fell for him. Then things suddenly changed. No warnings, no hints. He just stopped contacting me. I have no idea what happened.

Then, recently, I started dreaming of him again. This time, my dreams are answers to my questions. My dreams confirmed he's now happy with someone else.

I just can't believe this is happening to me again.

I guess the quote above best summarizes my love life. Men stop loving me when they learned I started loving them. It doesn't fail!

I guess I'd really end up as an old maid. 👵