I am a dreamer. I guess just like the most of us. Before i go to sleep i imagine my perfect life, well the beginning of it: 1 bedroom apartment downtown Manhattan ( u'll prob be like: emmm, who doesnt dream of it). My bedroom is white whith the queen size bed, white bed sheets and a lot of pillows. they are black and white pictures on walls, pictures of me and my friends on my night stand, loats of books, magazines, laptop, lotions, candles...well, u know, all those small things that make u urself...my room is a triangle with big windows and a lot of sunshine. In my dreams i work in the office, i currently got promoted and we are going to celebrate with terrel and nat and natasha. I love my job and i enjoy working ( which is partly true, cause if i like what i do i'm so freaking into it) and it includes a lot of travelling and charity (mmm, maybe UN or some fancy magazine). My closet is full of clothes that right now i wish i could buy. Somehow my love life part is blank. Maybe cause all i imagine is myself 6 months after breaking up with Sam. And then i wake up in my real life. A house in Pittsburgh, 2 floors, 1 window in each room. no new clothes for about a month. some of them are still in my suitcase, cause i have no space in the closet. Instead of a stunning skinny beauty in the mirror i see someone with no make up, gaining weight and wearing flip flops and sweats. I'm waiting for my future employer to call me back after my background check, my nails need to get done. instead of career i'm sitting infront of TV and watching ugly betty.
The thing is... love changes everything and as of right now i am not quite sure what r my dreams anymore. cause after i imagine my perfect apartment and my perfect life without his arms around me every night, my heart goes nuts, i cant breath and this huge feeling of emptiness starts surrounding me. That is even i turn around and hug him as tight as i can...
we never know what dreams may come. and which way we will be more happy