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  • He was my dream; he still is!

    One day I found the spark of my life but in reality I let it go.
    Timing was never on my side.
    When I met him the first time I was mesmerized by his stunning beauty ,
    and his sparkling blue eyes that stared so intensely into my own,
    and his lips that kissed my lips so softly that I melted gently into his arms,
    and his perfume that filled the air and left me hypnotized for days.
    How can I forget the moment when he told me that I am his women,
    and he is my man. I was there fully consuming every bit of that moment,
    not thinking about anything else in the world, not the past, not the present
    nor the future, that special moment of a dream, a beautiful dream
    that I re-live every time I close my eyes.

    Obstacles came and shattered the reality of my dreams, but I don't think about them.
    Ever since, my reality became empty, but every time I want to feel love again,
    I simply close my eyes and I visualize the moment.

    My dream, my reality!

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