So It Seems To Be

Dreaming of Love

Love.

I took on last shuddering breath before the icy hand of reality crushed me in its iron grip. I should know by now that hearts can be crushed by the littlest of things, such as looking into someone's eyes, to three simple words that alone, don't mean anything but together have an unhealthy effect.

Dreaming.

Another concept altogether. For some people, dreams are their biggest fears. Dreams are where realities come true. For me it's the other way around. I fear the real world. I want to be stuck in my own fantasy world where I can wander the paths I set, instead of the ones layed out before me.

Dreaming of Love.

Now this concept is by far the most painful of the two. It's a crushing, faithless feeling. At the same time you find yourself thinking "there's still hope" of "it hasn't been denied yet".

Sometimes, fate will be kind.

Sometimes, fate will be cruel.