The most beautiful and most real thing in my life is my dreams. My dreams of the world being peaceful with no buildings or cars or any of those annoying things man created. Just the blue sky, warm sun, and sweet smell of wild flowers. I could sit in a field and just listen to the natural sounds of the earth for hours, daydreaming of romance and imagining how people use to live back when the earth was still pure. No text messages or Facebook posts that destroy a girls heart so badly that she finds the courage to take it all away herself.  No television shows that glorify cheating or drinking to the point of getting drunk. Just the wind blowing across my face with the multitude of stars unleashed in the sky; not hidden by streetlights.

                I often imagine what falling in love was like back when there was no way of talking 24/7 without actually being in their presence. How you learned about this person you liked by talking with them and sharing dreams instead of looking at what it says they are interested in on a profile or gathering information through statuses. Now a days, if a guy wanted to cheat behind his girls back, all he has to do is find a website. She’d never know.  

                I want to invent a time machine and go back in time. Meet a boy at a royal ball and have picnics on multitudes of untouched land. I want to spend time with him on a pond, getting to know each other and becoming best friends. Not letting movies, shows, or people’s opinions influence us, or having to speak to him every waking second of my life. To have moments where I never want to go home and then can’t wait to see him the next day when I do. That’s my vision of true love.