my mother loves to plan. she has this book where she writes her expectation at to which life we are supposed to be in in certain age. in my mother's note, there's this phase where i will be 27 and married. it's funny to me, because i sometimes see marriage as something pure and genuine and i am far from that. i do not deserve to have someone asks me to spend the rest of his life with me because i am lifeless. i am scarred, i am not whole, i am in ruins, i am less. i have chosen a lonely road to walk through and now i have to accept all the terms and conditions.
but i still can dream and sometimes i dream i am whole and more. i dream i am unscarred and i am allowed to love you to eternity. i dream i am smiling at you and you smile back at me and we are more than possible. in my dream you are here and i let you stay, in my dream you are present and you offer your hand and i have enough courage to accept it. in all my dreams we dance and sing, in all my dreams we look beautiful in white, in all my dreams we are under the sun reciting the holy oath, in all my dreams we are flowers and fragrance of hope, in all my dreams i love you and you
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