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Psych.

I dreamed of him.

Hair and abs and puffy Cupid lips and Pina Colada Coconut Vanilla Dessert.

I was Totally Good Enough. And it was Epic – my funny Valentine’s had a happy ending. I wanted to cry when I woke up and realised that it wasn’t true, that instead of Wayde and his ways, it was simply an ordinary five-thirty in the morning with Jerry snoring and two kids in my bed, kicking their feet into my back and my stomach. The dream was over. In the old days, it would’ve been something to tell ABS, for us to laugh about, and everyone would tell me I was mad. But today it was a delicious secret to leave folded up in my head. Just for me.

I could pretend I was whatever I wanted to be.