Sometimes, words aren't enough. Sometimes that feeling of emptiness haunts us forever, because we just couldn't find the appropriate words to describe it. We get lost in the thought and in the feeling of missing somebody who was once close to us.
Maybe these are just some scrambled letters that nobody will read. Maybe they will get lost. Maybe they’ll be ruined, as time passes by. Still, I will never forget the way these words made me feel. Have you ever heard about love? About happy endings and living happily ever after? Because I did. And I used to believe in it. Nowadays love just seems that silly and utopic idea of a fairy tale I will never be part of. I see that type of love I’ve been dreaming of in the movies. Or happening to somebody other than me.
I have been quite skeptical when it comes to love. Somehow I feel like I don’t believe it anymore. But deep inside I know I do. I keep on searching for it, trying and failing over and over again. The truth is I don’t think I’m so certain of what love is anymore. How can I find something I’ve never seen before ? Something without a face, a heart? Something that just doesn’t breathe like me ? Something inhumane ? I will not ever expect answers to any of these questions. I have a real issue about admitting that I believe in true love, or in that typical happily ever after. I’d rather say that postcards are too optimistic about it than express what I really feel. Yet again, I’m never sure of what I feel. All I know is that I keep listening to love songs and watching those romantic movies that make me dream of love, because deep inside I’m a romantic. Or maybe I’m just a bit twisted.
In my dreams It’s summer all the time. And in that warm summer air, I have somebody waiting for me. Somebody who hides under a tree and keeps waiting for the perfect time to sing a song or tell a poem by heart. Someone who believes in love. So I keep dreaming, because I hope all of this will become real one day.
Maybe these are just some scrambled letters that nobody will read. Maybe they will get lost. Maybe they’ll be ruined, as time passes by. Still, I will never forget the way these words made me feel. Have you ever heard about love? About happy endings and living happily ever after? Because I did. And I used to believe in it. Nowadays love just seems that silly and utopic idea of a fairy tale I will never be part of. I see that type of love I’ve been dreaming of in the movies. Or happening to somebody other than me.
I have been quite skeptical when it comes to love. Somehow I feel like I don’t believe it anymore. But deep inside I know I do. I keep on searching for it, trying and failing over and over again. The truth is I don’t think I’m so certain of what love is anymore. How can I find something I’ve never seen before ? Something without a face, a heart? Something that just doesn’t breathe like me ? Something inhumane ? I will not ever expect answers to any of these questions. I have a real issue about admitting that I believe in true love, or in that typical happily ever after. I’d rather say that postcards are too optimistic about it than express what I really feel. Yet again, I’m never sure of what I feel. All I know is that I keep listening to love songs and watching those romantic movies that make me dream of love, because deep inside I’m a romantic. Or maybe I’m just a bit twisted.
In my dreams It’s summer all the time. And in that warm summer air, I have somebody waiting for me. Somebody who hides under a tree and keeps waiting for the perfect time to sing a song or tell a poem by heart. Someone who believes in love. So I keep dreaming, because I hope all of this will become real one day.
My naïve teenage dreams.