Two weeks ago, I finally had the courage to say sorry to this guy I used to love before. I know I had my share of guilt somewhere in between and I totally went for it when I said sorry. He never responded back. So I guess my apologies weren't accepted. Anyhow, it is just strange that I dreamt of him last night. We had this love back and it was sweeter the second time around. So strange. Now don't get me wrong, I never want that- or any of that in my dream. Period. Just saying that pride does hinder relationships to get back to that place where some parts of it can still be patched up all for God's glory.