There's a line between dreams and reality. A very bold, defined line. But when you dream, you don't know you're dreaming until you wake up. Then there are the times when reality doesn't seem real enough. Like, getting into college or going to Disney world or better yet, standing in Paris, staring up at the Eiffel tower. Something in you knows it's real, but you can't help but think that it's all just a dream and you only have a limited amount of time to bask in it before you wake up. So maybe the line between dreams and reality isn't so bold. Maybe it's a thin line but it could never be entirely erased. Meeting him was a dream in its own. Every time I looked at him, I couldn't believe he was actually in front of me - smiling at me or laughing with me. It was a dream I didn't want to wake up from. I really hope I won't.
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