I've always known that all I want is just a beautiful dream. There are dreams that can come true. There are others that can never come true. Mine is from the second type. I've always known that.

But do you know when it hurts the most to have a look back at reality? It's when you're talking with one of your best friends and she tells you -with good intention- that you have to be realistic.

I was saying it as a joke "Waiting for the day to be with Tao" but deep inside I meant it. This can just be a proof that she understands me well. She only said "Be realistic" as an advice but these two words only could set all my insides on fire and turn them into ash.

I don't want to wake up. I'm afraid of my own real life.