My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>So, outside of all the obvious reasons why I love her, I also think she’s beautiful. drop dead gorgeous. I love looking at her. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her skin is so soft. Her lips are so full and luscious. Her hands are so delicate, and her fingers are so long. Her back is pale, and her chest is slightly freckled. Her hips are wide, and her legs are long and strong. She’s slim, but strong. I love looking at her face, and every time she smiles my heart beats faster. I think I might be in love with her. I know I’m smitten. <br><br>That’s why it’s so hurtful when she says these things. She calls me ugly, hateful names in her sleep. She says she doesn’t love me, and she never has. It’s not uncommon for her to tell me that she hates me. I’ve woken up to her telling me to kill myself. To die. To rot. To burn. <br><br>It doesn’t appear that she’s talking in her sleep. She’s awake for it. Her eyes are open, and she looks straight at me when she’s calling me these horrible, hateful, and violent names. I don’t think she knows what she’s saying, though. I’m sure of it. She’s the most gentle and loving person I know. <br><br>I keep telling myself that it’s just a dream. That she’s talking to someone else, and not to me. She would never say these things if she was awake. I know that she loves me. She tells me all the time. She’s shown me in a thousand different ways, and I know that she wouldn’t want to hurt me like this.<br><br>I can’t help but feel pain, however. She’s said things that I could never say to my worst enemy. I’ve never even heard some of the things she says before. I had to look a few of them up. I can’t say I regret it, but I can’t say I didn’t either. <br><br>I’ve confronted her about it. A few times, actually. I’ve well and truly fucked myself with this. She doesn’t even like me anymore. She says that I’m an asshole for not taking her word. She’s gone to stay with her parents, and has made it clear that we’re over. <br><br>I miss her, and I want her back. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong to talk to her about it. I should have just let it go, and I would still have her. I would be with her now, instead of writing this entry. <br><br>I’ve been alone since she left me. I don’t think I’ve been this alone since I met her. I miss her more than I can put into words. I miss her smile. I miss her laughter, and the way she used to sing in the shower. I miss the way she used to curl her hair. I miss her.<br><br>I wrote her a letter last night. I wrote her a poem, and I told her that I was so, so sorry. I told her I miss her, and that she’s all I can think about. I asked her to come back, and said if she did, I would never bring it up again. I meant it. I don’t care if she calls me the most horrible names in the world every night for the rest of my life. I don’t care if she tells me to kill myself every single night for the rest of my life. If she comes back, I’ll never think of it again.<br><br>I left the letter on her car, and then I went back inside and cried. I cried longer and harder than I’ve cried since I was a child. I might have even cried harder than I did when my mother passed. <br><br>I woke up to her on my doorstep. She smiled at me, and I sobbed. She told me that she missed me so, so much, and we both cried. She told me that she would come back on one condition. <br><br>She said I had to stop listening to her nightmares. <br><br>I agreed, of course. I told her I would never bring it up again, and she hugged me. I cried, and so did she. <br><br>She looks so beautiful right now, and I feel so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so happy in my entire life. I think that I might be the happiest man alive right now. I’m never going to let her go, and I’m going to cherish and love her for the rest of my life. <br><br>I love her so much. <br><br>I love her so, so much, and I never want to let her go.