random 6

          I have a friend. She is a daydreamer, just like me. We have our own world that exists only in our imagination and we like to visit it from time to time. No-no-no, we are not crazy :) It's just we like to dream. That is probably what brought us together, the passion to dream. Lately I've been telling her to   dream less and notice what is going on in real world more, see what is up to real people around. It was kind of what I've been doing for the past months. She did not listen to me anyway. But today I realised something. That I was much happier when I had my dreams with me all the time, when I had that passion for what I loved. I remember buying a book and not dare to open it because I wanted to save the pleasure of looking through it for later. I believed that everything will be pinky and in blossom. I thought when love strikes you, it never hurts. Is it weird? Maybe. But I was happy, full of life and full of amazing expectations from this harsh and severe life. I like old me more...