I was born a dreamer. Experience taught me to become a realist. But every so often, when I hear a beautiful song, that starry-eyed dreamer in me reappears. She peaks into the world, and sees love, purity and goodness everywhere. She feels safe. She feels beautiful and perfect, just the way she is. She trusts. She knows she is worthy. She knows she is worth it. She believes in unconditional love. She believes that the one who holds the key to her heart will always keep it safe and sacred. She knows that she never has to worry about his loyalty, love or care, because it is a constant that never has to be questioned. She believes that love is enough. She walks unafraid.
But eventually, the song comes to an end. And that little girl and her magical world goes back into hiding.
I hope one day, she comes back to stay…
Photo credit: Mike Bitzenhofer
5 Replies to “I was born a dreamer…”
I love this… May you tell me what love really feels like? I mean, I don’t know if I like someone or not? Because when I go home and try to remember what the guy I ‘think’ I like looks like, I can never remember unless I think really hard… I don’t think it’s love or any type of crush but I’m still unsure.
What does love feel like? I think you probably have experienced love to some degree with different people. Romantic love is just another form of love. But the underlying root is the same. There is deep caring, commitment, respect….
I think you know you love someone when you just want the best for them. You want the person to be happy, even if that means they are not with you…
=) Here’s to love.
I’m so in love with this post. I can relate so much.
this sums up the words of my soul albeit i am not alone.
thank you for writing. please don’t ever stop