I believe in love...
Do you?
Not your generic love buta love that can only be defined by two people. (An exclusive love.)
Or.. In my case her and I.
I find that my heart andmy mind are not always in sync. That whatI think is right and what others think is not always the same. My idea of love and how it works is often verydifferent but from a select few.
Iremember watching this movie with Sandra Bullock “While you were sleeping.” I fell for the love story not because of theplot or the love story between Sandra and the brother, but because the way itmade me feel. I ran to my Mom and said, “Iwant to have love like that one day.” Shelaughed and asked me, “why?” I said, “Iwant someone to want me and love me the way he loves her.”
So simple and so easy! I remember the feeling and the hope that Ihad.
I recognize that I havebeen molded by fantasy. It is not myfault I watch love stories at a young age. I have always had this idea that love lasts because it stays new and itstays exciting and it stays so many things.
Well my friends I am nowpushing 30 and have finally realized a thing or two.
I realize that if youlook into the past and what it “was” you will never know how amazing it is “now”or even what it can “be.” I have taken ajourney through my mind and through my heart and see that they are not sodifferent.
My mind just stores morememories while my heart carries the weight of the experience. Together in unanimity, I can appreciate the moments that sparked loveand interest, the feelings I felt in the moment and that simple gift of smilingand living in the moment.
Moments pass and love willgrow; we often let it pass us by because we hoped for what “was.” The real truth is, what is right now and howwe can make the best of each day because it is a gift and a memory that will bestamped in our minds and weighed in our hearts forever.
This is my perfect fantasy.
