Prologue
When I’m alone, I let myself dream.
I dream of rewinding the past, of seeing the future. Of romantic sunsets, with the smell of rose mixing with the salt of the sea, of all the beauty my life could possibly have.
A kiss in the rain, a world of bliss, endless music and countless soundtracks playing in my head over and over.
When I’m alone, I let myself free.
And no one is there to chastise me for dreaming only of my own possibilities, because in my mind, it is me. And only me.
Sometimes my dreams swirl around in my head like an endless symphony, and I feel like dancing. I feel like running and grinning and laughing and screeching at the top of my lungs because I am alive, I am alive and I’m free…
And then reality sets back in again, and I really am alone. The cliché that I became attached to was never there.
Every girl wants a cliché all to herself. I’m not the only one. I’m not special. I learned a long time ago that those nostalgic childish dreams wouldn’t come true. But I keep dreaming anyway, hoping that one day I will wake up and it will be real.
I dream and I wait.
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