Now it's time to mention the thing about me and dreaming or more specifically how I broke up with it. I still have hopes and expectations, but dreaming is no more an option for me. Actually, as I've been thinking today, I don't remember when I stopped being a dreamer and when I have become this absolute annoying realist who many of you would probably call a pathetic pessimist. But, no surprises here. I guess it happened between the time I made foolish choices and the time when my decisions were turned into actions and consequently into circumstances.
Slowly or suddenly I started to resent dreaming and not include it in my busy schedule. Thus, dreaming became frustrated with me and we got into a quarrel. We even broke few plates (not the greek-weddings-way). Words have been exchanged and then we have decided to take a break or time to re-evaluate our relationship. However, I am not certain whether I want to get back to dreaming. I haven't been feeling happier without it, but I've probably felt more in control of preventing the inevitable risk of disappointment, the one I hate with passion.
Frankly speaking, me and dreaming may never get back together. Even if we do, there is high probability that nothing would be the same again.
I guess it was not meant for us to stay strong and remain together...
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