Maybe all of this is movies, books, fantasies?
And all we have is likes, emoticons, and quick replies, without feelings, without meaning, without the present.
But I'm stubborn.
I continue to believe that somewhere out there there is him.
The one who won't be afraid of my honesty.
The one who will see in me not only youth, but also depth.
The one who will want to build, and not just play.
Maybe I made it all up.
But it is imagination that makes us alive, right?
And if you are reading this and something inside you has trembled, maybe I am not alone in my dreams?..