If the pictures my mind creates when I dream were reality, then I would probably be truly happy right now. If every kiss and every touch were real, then I wouldn’t be fixed on wishful thinking.
My mind plays tricks on me by showing me those images of you and me. Or is my heart the one tricking me by shutting out what it truly desires?
Maybe it’s afraid of being hurt again so it builds this fence that shuts out what it shouldn’t: love, freedom, trust. It shouldn’t. It must stop building a guard and instead it must trust.
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