Dear Writing Aspiration,
Something tells me you are disappointed at how easy I thought I’d get to you. You keep teasing me with glimpses of how great we’d be together. How can you be so familiar yet so far? I close my eyes and you’re palpable. I open my eyes and my reality is disenchanting. You didn’t tell me there is an ocean between us.
I know most people fail to meet their version of you. They dream you up into existence, but the path to you is too much for them to bear. So you become a cloud over their head that they reminisce about, and they daydream of how differently things would’ve been if you were together. I don’t want that for us. I want to be able to balance the relationship between us and...
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