How To Deal

Maybe I’m too naive to believe that I’ll end up living a fairytale life. You know, the one where there are such things as a knight, granted love or even a soulmate at the very least. I’ve grown up too attached to fairytales and now I’m wishing I’m in one. That hasn’t happened yet, so I’m still hoping it does.

It’s not the grandeur of it, nor the fantasy. It’s the aspiration that you’ll decide to love someone and they decide to love you back. Happy endings keep on escaping me, so I look forward to that too. It’s the feeling that we are fated to be with each other, but the two of you took the very steps to be together. It’s wanting to make each other’s dreams come true.

That that moment is enough. But I do believe that your soulmate isn’t necessarily the one for you. You learn that. But I know I’m stilll in the exposition, because I know I haven’t loved someone that much yet.

But then again, maybe dreams are supposed to be dreamt, because if they weren’t, there wouldn’t be any chance they’d come true anyway.

- Excuse me. This is just an effect of finishing a TV series that has inspired me to move mountains.