Every night I though of what should I dream of. The guy who was meant for me? My future?
Dreaming is the most recent thing you remember every other day.
You dream and wake up. Just like that.
They say dreams don't come true. They're metaphors from other dimensions.
You held my hand as you mutter 'forever and always' you were real. We were real. But I forgot that 'change' is the only permanent thing existed.
That 'forever' is for the slaves of love. And 'always' changes.
I forgot to remind myself. That nightmares are dreams too.
YOU ARE READING
Forever and Always
Teen FictionYou keep a lot to yourself because it's difficult to find people who understands. But you made me feel better. So much better. You keep on offering me your hand so I could stand up. Without knowing that you'll be the one to break my soul again. And...
