"Climb up the H of the Hollywood sign."
I wish I could. The H of the Hollywood sign is your wildest fantasy. But nobody gets it. Nobody in my surrounding does.
"In these stolen moments, the world is mine."
Let's say I fantasied about it. What a wonderful world I imagined. Full of love, laughter and understanding. Nobody would bother me there. It would be amazing.
"Nobody here, just us together."
She just described one of the many thing my H would contain.
"Keeping me hot, like July forever."
Wonderful. Just thinking about it makes my toes curl.
But the thing is: it will never happen. I'm torn between the real world and the "H" world. It's frustrating. I know I can't think like that, but I have the freedom to have my own fantasy, don't I?
I just realized, while writing this, that I'm hurting myself.
Hell. I'm gonna hurt myself.
Life wouldn't be life if it wasn't filled with bittersweetness.
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Short Story(Really) Short stories that some of us pass by in real life. These stories are made for comments. For seeing how everyone cope with them. These stories are for giving advice. For telling you that you're not alone.
