I SOMETIMES WONDER: DO YOU DREAM OF ME TOO? Do you even exist? I hope you do… because then, I would lose the very reason that I am still breathing. Well, I expected you to not exist, but it is better than nothing. I have wanted to be many things: a paleontologist, a doctor, a scientist, a game creator… and a writer. I have always had a great imagination; in just a night, I could think up an entire world with its own set of inhabitants. When I put what I saw on paper, I suddenly felt lighter; I felt like everything will just be alright if I kept writing… 

However, reality is harsher than anyone can imagine; when I told my parents that I wanted to be a writer, it was immediately shot down by them, saying that writing won’t get you money. Since then, I stopped writing and tried to find something else that I like that my parents would accept as my career. There was none. I want to let my imagination roam free; I want that feeling of security that comes to me when I’m writing for leisure… But I couldn’t bring myself to do it; you could say I was afraid… afraid that I will be thrown away if I write again. 

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Every day is a colourless one; a place without the breeze of comfort and joy. That is when I saw you in my dream. Although you’re probably nothing but something my mind created, just seeing you helps me go on, hoping that we’ll see each other through our own eyes instead of through dreams. If we do, I hope we’ll meet and fall in love with each other just like in the dream. 

That is why I ask you: DO YOU DREAM OF ME TOO?