Our Little Secret

My Dear,

I never told a soul. Promises are more difficult to keep when there's a tiny voice inside your head. That voice telling you to release all that floods your dreams and nightmares. With my eyes closed, I prayed every night that my dreams wouldn't become reality. That's when the realization hit me. All dreams never have to become reality, unless you give them the power to. Despite every lace of sweat that ran down my pulsing temples, nothing will ever exhilarate me like the dream I've lived. The dream that all girls would like to live. If anyone were to ever find this letter, please understand that what you are able to read is not fictional. The love, the rumors and the lies that breathed was not fictional. It was not a fairytale, nor was it a dream. It was the elements of all that is love, life and reality.

Before you turn this page, I would like to inform that whoever will read the greatest moments of my life, that everything was not what it seemed. Through youth, I was blind but not lost. I wandered through the aisles of hope, of what seemed like infinity. The kind of forever that we prayed upon. That we dreamed upon. Regardless of what happened, I am entirely grateful. I will forever be grateful. I thank every night and morning that I've received. I will always live through the pages of this life I've written. My life will never end. The love will never die. That is the beauty of what makes one worth it all. That is why we take the promises that are the most difficult to keep.