I THOUGHT THAT LIFE WOULD BE MEANINGLESS WITHOUT YOU, AND SO THAT I THOUGHT MY LIFE WOULD ENDED UP BEING DEPRESSED WITHOUT YOU. I THOUGHT I WOULD STOP WRITING ABOUT YOU, BUT IT ALL TURNED OUT THE OPPOSITE WAY, MAYBE LIVING WITHOUT YOU MIGHT BE MY BIG MISTAKE RIGHT NOW, BUT LIVING BEHIND YOUR SHADOW, HAS NEVER BEEN A MISTAKE.
I was shopping all around this shopping mall two days ago, and I had always remembered that she had always turned up to be an image in my life. I remembered in the past when I had posted something mean to talk about her, making her feel bad, saying things that living within her shadow would bring miserable to my life.
As usual, I walked around the shopping mall, and again, her shadow popped up in my mind. I did not wondered this time on whether I should be sad or ignoring those images. But there is one thing that was reacted through my mind. I was smiling, when I saw a red colour dress hanging on a model. I had news that she was joining a modeling competition, and that straight away linked up to my mind.
I was happy, imagining her in that dress. She was pretty (and in fact she was all the time). It makes her look elegant in that dress itself, but there is one problem. I could not buy her that dress (understanding the life of a college student, budget is always the word). I was sad that I couldn’t purchase her that dress, but I was happy that she popped up in my imagination at that moment.
My first reaction was a smile, smiling not only on how pretty she will look, but also on how great of her to pursue her dreams at this instant. I was happy, and I walked away from that dress. Dreams can be a nightmare or a sweet dream, but this was definitely more than just a sweet day dream. Maybe in the coming days or months, I could buy her that dress, or maybe a better one. Hoping that she would be the one, and only one, wearing that red little dress.
Hereby wishing her good luck, all the best and hope her dreams come true by joining that competition, and would just like her to know that, no matter what happens, I would always support her, be by her side, cherish her every moment and also to protect her when things go wrong.
I was shopping all around this shopping mall two days ago, and I had always remembered that she had always turned up to be an image in my life. I remembered in the past when I had posted something mean to talk about her, making her feel bad, saying things that living within her shadow would bring miserable to my life.
As usual, I walked around the shopping mall, and again, her shadow popped up in my mind. I did not wondered this time on whether I should be sad or ignoring those images. But there is one thing that was reacted through my mind. I was smiling, when I saw a red colour dress hanging on a model. I had news that she was joining a modeling competition, and that straight away linked up to my mind.
I was happy, imagining her in that dress. She was pretty (and in fact she was all the time). It makes her look elegant in that dress itself, but there is one problem. I could not buy her that dress (understanding the life of a college student, budget is always the word). I was sad that I couldn’t purchase her that dress, but I was happy that she popped up in my imagination at that moment.
My first reaction was a smile, smiling not only on how pretty she will look, but also on how great of her to pursue her dreams at this instant. I was happy, and I walked away from that dress. Dreams can be a nightmare or a sweet dream, but this was definitely more than just a sweet day dream. Maybe in the coming days or months, I could buy her that dress, or maybe a better one. Hoping that she would be the one, and only one, wearing that red little dress.
Hereby wishing her good luck, all the best and hope her dreams come true by joining that competition, and would just like her to know that, no matter what happens, I would always support her, be by her side, cherish her every moment and also to protect her when things go wrong.
Good night and sweet dreams to Her, and to all of Eu out there…
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