Dear The one,

I have been meaning to say this, but what can I say? Never got the inspiration. I always believed in happy endings, I still do.. But reality is a bit taking control. What I believe is fading away. I’ve started to realise life is not a fairytale and I am not a princess or a badass warrior. I’m a dreamer. I believe, I dream. But sometimes its just not working. I still want that blush on my face, flutter of my heart, weaking of my legs….

My first kiss( that beautiful, magical fireworks I keep reading in novels..)

Call me greedy, but I want it all…. what i really crave? Is warm hugs and cuddles. That i cant have is what really kills me, making my dreams fading away slowly.. Its sucking me into reality, where I should be… but im not ready..

I can’t help but wonder if you feel the same? A misfit, always the crazy one, but still wonders if they are worth it cause I feel that everytime…

You don’t even know I exist, and no one can read this letter that’s what encourages me to pour my heart out.

I feel like a little feather out in the open, everyone can see me but nobody can ACTUALLY see me…

I’m visible but somehow still invisible… I’m floating my way I don’t know where nor that I know where I’ll end up being. All I know is that I don’t want to stop. So when you read this, if you do at least… And I don’t know when, how or in what situation..

I hope you understand its more than just a letter. Its a part of me that I hope someday be yours.. I know cliche’… But what can i say? I’m weird, I’m crazy most of the time I don’t really think.. Still…… I’m a dreamer…

Yours truly,

No one.