Why does everybody need it? Why are we always looking for something surreal, that we know we can’t reach?
Women. Always trying to find the perfect prince on their beautiful white horse, even after years and more years listening that it just doesn’t exist. But we don’t care enough to stop dreaming about all that Disney world fantasy. Maybe it really is nothing but a ridiculous wish, maybe there aren’t somebody to fulfill your life, and you’re always gonna be alone. Or maybe, only the lucky ones are able to find it, in this damn crazy world.
I try to believe in love. I really do. All those beautiful love stories with their happy endings… They look so nice, so comfortable, so warm. But I can’t help it. I always end up thinking how it’s so impossible, and how I know, deep inside, that it doesn’t exist…
And it doesn’t matter how much time I spend thinking about it, it’s all about hurting, being hurt; trusting and depending, and being left behind… Maybe it just won’t happen with me, and I’ll never actually believe it, or maybe it’ll and I’ll have to start believing.
Maybe it’s more about how you see and when than if it’s really real or not.
por: Taynara B.
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