About: This was written by the author when she was a freshman in her secondary school, she is fond of day dreaming and then one day decided to grab herself a diary where she poured out all her thoughts to express the bounty and beauty of her imagination, all the more her emotions: Period: Approaching Puberty) Uncut version: preserved
In fairytales dreams do come true; in movies relationship works out but ends up in tragedy; fairytales are fantasy’s artwork; movies are reality’s masterpiece based on true stories and possibilities. Confused at all, because I am a woman, a young lady that is, that survives in dreams; and a believer of fantasies for in my dreams everything seems to be real; everything I aspire turns out to be possible to reach. And yet if I open my eyes, I’m in a place laid physically where I find it impossible for I am not blessed with a face of an angel, a beautiful contoured body, but if my eyes are closed deep in my heart I feel extraordinary; I feel no competition; I see my uniqueness. That is why I prefer to close my eyes most of the time as I embrace myself as God’s creation. With that I learn to appreciate myself, thanks to a world that forever exists in my heart.
One starry night pass by a breeze of an unusual dream drop by, accompanied by a face that seemed to be a stranger in my sight but very familiar in my heart. It continues to visit and haunt me every hour of the day where the heavens are covered with indigo. I cannot help myself but to hope that it will come true, but half of me tells me I’m afraid. I cannot understand it at first, I thought for a moment, dreaming isn’t so bad anyway, so why should I be afraid? Then as my dreams continue, I realized that my greatest fear was knowing that the heart of the stranger whom I learned to love is entangled to someone else's heart if knowing he exist, if ever he would, if ever.
An unexpected day came, I saw a familiar face approached and said hello, it was a prince who came back, rescued me and woke me up from my long sleep; and brought me into his palace, and brought me back into a place I really do exist. REALITY.
At first I felt like I’m in heaven, all he ever wanted was my happiness, there is no moment he would never check on me. I learned to love him as I love myself; I thought I am saved; I thought he is the one for me. Until a call was received by him, he needed to go back to his place; I felt I was hit by a lightning; it felt like I’m carrying the world unto my back empathizing to all people. I cried almost a bucket but I even cried harder like a baby and all almost drown the world when a few months he called me and told me he is married.
I felt like I was betrayed at the same time forsaken. My greatest fear came. It feels like someone lend him to me but never hold him; someone gave him to me but never have him; someone let me borrow him but never keep him; someone allowed me to taste it but never eat it; someone permitted me to glimpse upon him but never look at him; SOMEONE LET ME TOUCH HIM BUT NEVER HELD HIM IN MY OWN ARMS.
Fancy Love is a joke, make-believe-destiny and fate are tricks that are brought by a game of life. But true love and grabbing an opportunity is the real road.
Life is indeed real and true coupled with dreams and aspirations. In my case fantasy exist in my world, a world that everything is possible. My dream came true yet ended up in tragedy. A fairytale and a movie that can be my life.
(She continues to write on the pages of her diary, scribbled and created stories that came across her idle moments, her moments where she day dream.)
HERE YOU WILL SEE HER GROWTH AND PROGRESS AS HER FATHER UNFOLDS TO HER HER DESTINY
