Ever since I grew up and the hormones started taking effect, when romance was in the air, the guy sitting next to me was suddenly handsome, since then the definition of a perfect relationship for me has been a dreamy world, where everyday has been thought of, imagined and dreamt already. And the guy who could relate to those dreams would be my dream guy. Whether things turned out that way or not, I desperately kept searching for the guy who imagined things the way I did.
Eventually, it wasn't that I didn't fall in love, and dream of different things but, somehow it was never the same dreams, there was a little compromise here there all the time.
Today was different, while talking to someone suddenly I saw a reflection of the dreams I saw, unfolding in front of me, word by word, as if this guy all the while was living the same dreams which I had long forgotten in adjustments and compromises to be loved, to belong, to be a part of someone else's dreams, deeming my dreams to be utopian and crazy. But, when I heard him talk, I felt like, no, they're very much achievable, very much true. I just have to believe in them to make them come true.
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