Tom said that he dreamt about me last night and nearly three years on from leaving him, it gave me a tiny glimmer of hope that he would realise his part in things going wrong between us and want to work through them. I never told him this, of course. I can’t believe my instinct is still to wish him to face this. I can’t believe I still had a glimmer of hope that this would lead to a happier future for us, especially as this morning I was thinking that I was completely over him now. How odd that these things take me so unaware.