Quotes About Dreams Of Love 소설 & 이야기

" I grab his two hands and guided it to reach for my face. I stared straight into his eyes, with a high hopes that he can understand the way my eyes gleam of how much I love him. " See? You can touch me, sweetie. So, I will never be a dream, we will never be a dream neither a nightmare." " If all of these are just a dream, then on bended knees I will ask God to never wake me up from living with my dream forever, as long as if it's with you." I added. " I love you." He whispered.

she said randomly and I smiled loving when she speaks about herself. "I think I picked that up the first time we met," "That's one of my favorite quotes," she said smiling her eyes shinning. "Why?" I asked wanting to know more. "I think it speaks volumes no matter what generation we're in, people constantly mistaken lust for love," she whispered almost as if to herself as she flashed me a sad smile. "Have you ever done that?" "Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairytales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have,"

“I call it idiocy and stupidity.” “We’ve talked about this. I thought you understand me,” I pouted and tugged at her lingerie. “I do but it won’t stop me from saying how stupid and idiot you are for wanting something you will never have.” “Dreams are supposed to be like that, Laurie. They are unreachable. Von for me is my biggest and greatest dream.” We both sighed when we are back in the same square again. “Laurie.” “Yeah.” “Am I going crazy already?”

Sir Migs nodded, understanding. At that moment, I realized something about love. Love is an adventure—an endless journey of conversations, shared silences, and something more physical, all of it overwhelming sometimes. It can be intoxicating, like floating inside a dream. But dreams, I reminded myself, can lead in two ways: to fairytales… or nightmares.

I sat down in the bench and closed my eyes while feeling the cold wind. Hade…Dark Hades…its Christmas today. I dreamt last night that I was with you. You were here with me in that dream. We were so happy and peaceful. We were so in love in that dream. I was so happy. You were so happy. You kissed me in that dream and you whispered ‘I love you’ to me. I wanna stay in that dream forever but I wake up with my tears on my eyes. My dream was so happy but why do I woke up with tears in my eyes?

However, if this turned out to be a dream, it was a dream full of love and understanding, a dream that she did not want to wake up from. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Painter in Covid”

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

I can't scurry in doors fast enough. I notice the hotness in my chest is more searing than the heat trapped in the room by the air-resistant silk drapes. * Isn't it laughable that the ones we love the most, are the ones we hate the most, too. Isn't it deranged, those responible for our failures, besides us, are the people take give the most to make our dreams true. Isn't it sad even though our families are our only experience of unconditional love, that we save those precious words for strangers we think we like,

"I'm here, my love. Let's dream together until you decide to wake up." THE END

They say our dreams are our deepest desires and long-lost longings. But what if these desires are being manifested in the unknown, With some spice and plot twists. What if dreams are the fragments of our parallel universes, Maybe that's why they make no sense at all...but still somehow do.