I dream because it keeps me alive. I imagine a cozy house with wooden windows, long breakfasts where someone reads the newspaper and I cook something. In the evenings, a movie under a blanket, warm palms and laughter that doesn’t need to be filtered. I dream of a man who isn’t afraid of a woman who has been through a lot. I dream not of a fairy tale, but of normality. Where respect is a common thing. Where you don’t have to be strong 24/7.
Where I can just be myself.
And if you think that dreams are weakness, then you’ve never lived in the real world.
Because only those who dream are still capable of believing. And belief is the first step to true love.