Fantasy, such a lovely word, but so far from the real world.
It makes you feel like there’s something real out there that is worth discovering.
So far I have found that there’s only fantasy.
And that goes for me as well, every time I begin to feel like I am worth loving I find out that’s another fantasy.
The thing is, I believe in fairytales and happy ever after, so as long as I am around I know He’s out there, and that’s okay, at the right time in the right moment it will all fall into place as it should.
