Dreams

I have always been a dreamer. I had grand plans for my life. When I was young, I wanted to be a mother. "That's it?" you ask. Yep! That's all I wanted. To have children and love them with their father by my side. I am blessed with two children who I adore but my life is so far from that dream.

So, I made a new dream. Where I followed a lucrative career and was happily single. That one didn't work out either.

Then another dream where I met an honest, caring man (I actually met one that far exceeded my dreams) who wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. But that fairy tale was based on a false promise. While I am far from unhappy; that dream failed too.

Point is, I have never stopped dreaming. I have never stopped trying to reach for my dreams. I have never stopped striving for what my heart aches for.

I am a romantic at heart. I'm still not sure whether that is a blessing or a curse but it is who I am. I am a sucker for a love story. And every dream I have ends with me, rocking on a timber porch holding the hand of the man that I love. Old and wrinkled. Smiling at the sunset. Long live the dream.