I've typed.... deleted.... and re-written it so many times now, in hopes that maybe if I say the right thing to myself that it will all make sense. Truth is, there is no making sense of life sometimes.
Here's the part I didn't expect. I'm completely heart broken right now, for a lot of reasons... none that really seem worth getting into.. the only thing that matters right now is that I didn't know a heart could be so broken, because until now...I didn't know a heart could love like this.
But I won't give up.
I still believe in love. I still believe in dreaming. Maybe making a wish on a star, or making a wish when I see the clock say 11:11.... or picking up a lucky penny and carrying it in my pocket for weeks is dumb.
Maybe, just maybe throwing that same penny into a pond, and believing with all of my heart that it's magical is childish.....
Some people think that I'm unrealistic.. That my dreams are too big, and my grasp of reality too small. Maybe those people should ask themselves when the last time they had a dream was.
It takes nothing to put up walls... it takes someone amazing to tear them down. You didn't even have to try.
You say that I'm a dreamer.. maybe I just refuse to live with what's left of the dreams you never chased.
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