Maybe one day I’ll stop day dreaming. Just like how, maybe I’ll stop writing about love and a lovers touch. I’ll tell my partner to go fuck himself and remember all the reasons why love is a fabricated creation of whatever we want. That all the liars, pretenders and cheaters ruined ever after for anyone that believed in Walt Disney.
But then again, maybe I’ll never stop any of those things. Dreams are meant to be lived and love is meant to be created. That even after all that has been done to me, yet alone the people I meet… somehow provides hope that not everyone has wrongful intentions.