Dream of living

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

It's a simple story. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl live happily ever after. I was raised to believe that.

Those years of listening to happily ever afters...had me convinced I was going to find my prince. Unfortunately, reality crept in.

Reality which tells me there is no such thing as a Prince Charming. Reality which tells me when I find someone I like, he's not going to feel the same. Reality tells me that a guy I wouldn't dream of going out with is the one interested in me.

My fairytale would tell me to not give up...But fairytales never come true. In the end, it all comes crumbling down. So I listen to reality- my healthy dose of skepticism. I end up with the one who loves me. The sad tale of the loved and the loving. And I convince myself I'm happy.

It's the 'sensible' route. It's the route of least heartache. And slowly...life loses it's romance.

I don't want it to slip away. I don't want to be that person who looks back on a life, full of the 'right' decisions, and regrets. I want to know I took the wrong one. I want to say that I goofed up, that life would have been easier.

Because I want to live. I want to scream from the rooftops that I'm in love, not giving a damn about consequences. I want to tell him that I have feelings for him and shed a few unhappy tears when he says he doesn't. I want to say I tried.

I want to be the me in the dream. The one so happy that nothing could upset her. And I refuse to wake up. I refuse to wake up to a bleak world where my dream will never have a chance of coming true. I refuse to wake up to reality.

But I always do.