When I fell in love, it seemed to me that the world had become magical. Birds in the mornings chirped exclusively my personal love serenade, and the rainbow now appeared strictly on schedule, accompanying my meetings with the object of adoration. Only it turned out that the birds were the neighbor's parrot, not in the mood to be silent in the morning, and the rainbow was just a glare from the double-glazed window.
Love really is like a dream, especially when you scroll through his social networks for three nights in a row and end up not sleeping. But you can endure it for the sake of such a feeling, right?
The problem is that over time, a fairy-tale dream can turn into a strange dream. For example, at first he seems like the perfect prince, and then you notice that he has a habit of scattering socks like Hansel and Gretel bread crumbs. Or he starts confusing your birthday with the intercom code.
But you know what? This is also love. Because despite the socks, forgotten dates and endless "are you sleeping?" at 2 am, you still want to be next to this person. And maybe your story will be more like a cheerful fantasy with comedy elements than a tender dream. But these are the stories that are remembered best, right?
So, if you think that love is a dream, just check: is the one next to you the one you want to wake up with? If so, then everything is correct. Maria.