Sometimes I feel my whole life is a dream. Not mine, maybe someone else’s. And then I wonder whose dream it might be and whether they are enjoying it.
I wouldn’t say my life is very entertaining but it definitely takes some weird forms and shapes at times. Sometimes it is all pinky and happy, sometimes everything is dark around and I am trying to pull through, trying to find a way, trying to find myself.

Imagine a perfect relationship. A relationship full of love, passion, respect, tolerance, understanding. Imagine that you wake up to sweet good mornings and go to bed after a good night kiss. Every single day. 365 days a year. No exceptions. No failures.

“Because only with you I learned what happiness is.
And with you I knew this solace and comfort”, he whispered.
Silence was the reply for him.
“Because you were there when I most needed you.
And you stood by me when I failed. And it gave me strength to stand up”, he smiled.

Dear James,
Yesterday someone asked me if I know you, a million of different thoughts, painful memories, broken dreams flashed through my mind, and I whispered… “not anymore”. When I look back I always wonder what is it that went wrong.

She smiled bitterly at him, tears in her eyes.
Don’t forget to bang the door when you go, he said.
Why?
That’s how people make it final.

“Honey, why are you calling me so late?” he sounded worried as she had never before called at such odd hour.
What could she tell him, if she didn’t know herself why she was calling. It just hit her that she needed to hear his voice.