We recollect everything they tell us. We recollect all their details more than we recollect our own. We recollect the matters that they probably forgot they once said but we recollect because we’re listening, because we’re attaches great importance, because we’re examining everything about them as they speak. But they scarcely recollect what we said, they vaguely remember what we talked about. They don’t be taken into consideration because we’re not on their list of priorities. We’re not the ones they want.
They make us happy. We want to see them and talk to them. We want to tell them about our period. We want to invite them everywhere we go. We want to show them off to the world. But they keep us away from everyone else. They don’t are hoping to our next date or our next dialogue. They don’t want us to be involved in their lives because we don’t move their world they way they move ours. We don’t give them the same euphoric feeling they commit us.
And that’s the irony of desire. Sometimes the people we dream about don’t dream about us. Sometimes the peoples of the territories we could give up everything for don’t even lift a finger for us. Sometimes they leave before we’re ready to let them move. Sometimes they find in us everything beautiful but they don’t find love .
The truth is, the people we adoration are not always right for us. We don’t always end up with them. We don’t ever win their hearts no matter how hard we fight for their enjoy. They don’t always satisfy us half-way. They don’t always find what we learns. They don’t commit us the opportunity we deserve.
We’re not their dream and maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s God’s way of telling us to daydream bigger. That this dream is not right for us. That we’re living someone else’s dream and we need to wake up.
And that’s the irony of love. We could blindly fight for the wrong people. We could obstinately cling to those who don’t want us. We could foolishly believe that we could turn unrequited desire into eternally. We stay in the wrong dreaming until we become it into a nightmare.
Sometimes the people we dream about don’t dream about us because they’re daydream about other people and there’s nothing we can do to change that. But one thing I know for sure is that we can always wake up from the incorrect dream. It doesn’t have to be current realities we keep on living. It doesn’t have to be our story.
And one thing I know for sure , no matter how shattered “weve been” — we, at the very least — deserve someone who daydreams about us too.