Dream

I love to read. I'm dreamy yet practical. I wonder whether I read books because I want to live in a fairyland. Become Cinderella. I should have known that life isn't a fairy tale. The romance is always oh-so-lovely and the guys are swoon-worthy. In the real world, there's no perfect romance. The lovers must undergo the difficulties and overcome the obstacles. I covet the romance in the fictional world. I wonder how and why do guys fall in love with particular girls. Is it coincidence? Or is it destiny? Or is it merely a mirage created by the author? I have no idea and I don't want to discover the truth. I'm too sensitive to understand the truth. I still want to be the dreamy girl who is optimistic and happy-go-lucky. I don't want to grow up. I want to live in my own beautiful and safe bubble. If love is destined to destroyed, then why do I have to experience the pain? My mind is calm as the still water and I hope that it can always trickle, instead of surging like a wave.