dreamt about an old lover... for some reason, was at his place of work... trying to steal his attention. he was disinterested. we ended up in a physical fight/fuck session, where i ran around pulling things down, making random messes of sorts. i think his new girl was in it, being friendly as can be, showing me her/their home.
by the end of it, the relative consensus was that we just didn't/don't jive well together, and no amount of physical attraction is going to make up for a lack of mental compatibility.
i forgive you.