Aren't all the stories kinda utopic, at the end? I don't say it in bad way but it never happens like that, at least in my life. It's like the fortune-teller who says everyone that a handsome blonde guy with blue eyes is going to appear in our life to make all things perfect. But trust me I met him once and he was not even close. Yeah the one but not with the blue eyes, no his were brown. I believe I'm a romantic person and I see things in a fairytale way, God, I cry in the end of every book I read, but just be true with ourselves at least. Nothing of that is gonna happen. Not even one. I am not saying that I've grown up and I'm gonna be realistic, no, no, it's not that the purpose, we have to dream, we have to be optimistic, but we have to keep in mind that one theory which says that nothing of that is gonna ever be real, not even close, not even a little. And what a pity. They are stories beautiful, stories with fantasy, with things to teach even if that one thing they teach is hidden deep down. And they make us hope, hope for the best, they make us have high standards or make us believe that there is the perfect one for us somewhere near. And we wait for him. We wait and that's the crime. These days boys have lost that thing grabbing you and kissing or telling straight "I like you", we don't understand that and we wait. Wait for what? That horse with the prince on it the fortune-teller keeps telling to the young girls. That's the way girls work, we always dream.
And I am afraid that we give more attention in those dreams rather than the real world...
