Confession #6

I sometimes let my imagination get the best of me.


Call it the curse of the hopeless romantic, but there are times where my imagination tends to run free, and I get caught up in what could be as opposed to what actually is.

It's a common tale...

Girl meets boy.
Girl falls for boy,
Boy doesn't feel the same way, but somewhere along the line girl gets the idea that he does...

She sees more than is actually there, thinks of a simple gesture as something more. Her imagination runs wild, and she thinks he wants her just as much as she wants him. She imagines what it would be like if they were together, if there was nothing standing in their way. She imagines a future, she imagines him as the real thing and not just a fling.

Then like a flash of lightning, she's suddenly brought back to reality. To an empty feeling, and a sad realization that it was all just her imagination...

Food for thought: Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.