Romans & histoires Man Of My Dreams Quotes

I have crippled spiritual roots, according to every cultivation elder who has ever tested me, which is an assessment I find neither devastating nor particularly interesting. I have never told anyone about the dreams. The white-haired man. The shattered throne. The battlefield of broken gods and wrong-angled stars. The figure wearing my face with tired violet eyes, always just about to say something before I wake up. I've had the dream for as long as I can remember.

He opened it and read. "To the woman of my dreams, my past, present and future, my mate, you mean the world to me. I want to see you everyday,I want to hold you in my arms but I can't, your absence is killing me, it's like death. It's becoming unbearable everyday. Get well soon for me and our kids. Get well soon my love." "Perfect."

Thаt man’s been a runner frоm thе mоmеnt we mеt. People dоn’t change, аnd I’m еxресtіng a сор meets bad bоу mееtѕ аlсоhоlіс tо сuddlе mе аnd tеll me еvеrуthіng’ѕ gоіng tо bе оk. I’ve got tо bе dreaming. Clеаrlу I am drеаmіng.

” “Because I was trying to forget about it.I…I was trying to get a hold of myself at that time.” I sighed.”Can you…can you tell me one of your dreams about me?” “I’ve fucked you a lot of times in my dreams.” My jaw dropped,probably to the floor at how raw that sounded. He laughed at my expression.”I guess I should stop…” “No…tell me more.”I urged. “You fit perfectly around me in my dreams and boy,you know exactly how I like my cock stimulated and sucked.” I swallowed,hating to disappoint him there. “I…I guess I’m a vixen in your dreams.”

But dreams like that are silly, and childish, I know better than to dream at all anymore. It is insane what distracts me from sleep, which is much needed considering everything that happened in the past twelve hours. It wasn’t almost possibly being raped, or coming home to my little brother beaten to a bloody pulp, or even the fact that I practically kicked my mom out. On the contrary, it’s the tall, dark, and captivating, beautiful man that wouldn’t let my mind rest. I keep seeing his remarkable lightly, natural tanned face. The strong outline of his cheekbones, and the way his muscles had hugged his dress shirt. I close my eyes and try to remember the beautiful golden brown color of his e

I believe that we are whom we choose to be. Nobody is going to give you anything. You have got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want, expect you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Nobody has the power to shatter your dreams, but you. So do I believe that I should give up on my dream?

I don't want my brother's dreams to fade away. That's when I realized that everything that man said was all true. Dreams are important. But I'm still stuck between deciding for myself and my brother's dream. "If I follow my dreams, then protecting my little brother will become very hard." I thought. I would have moved on after thinking this if I didn't meet that man. But now, I don't think I can move on because his words are stuck in my mind. That man truly changed my thinking. Now I need to do what is right. He made me realize how important dreams are to feel alive once again.

Soon, I kill whatever's left of the man who used to dream about something different. I should go to bed, get some sleep before the biggest day of my life. Instead, I pour another whiskey and toast the empty room. "To duty," I say aloud, my voice echoing off the walls. "And to the death of my dreams."

Do you understand? Please don't plant in you the idea that I'm divorcing the world or I'm saying a farewell speech. Our thoughts speak, remember! My promise will speak, remember! I won't leave, remember! I have a dream, remember! Trial comes, remember! God does not save, remember! I will survive, remember! I will come back, remember! Your amazing friend, Perer Ford.

“Get outta here with that fantasy crap. You wanna be my old man or something? Keep dreaming.” ***