Is it a bad thing to want to fantasize? I mean, people won’t give you that “are you daft” look when you tell them your fantasies, would they? Or would they simply laugh it off? Oh well, I guess I’d rather leave it to them.
You know what my fantasy is? To turn back time.
I wish I could go back to where romance was still alive and love was present in all it’s glory. Where people conversed in poetry, and they weren’t afraid to dream aloud. Where it was OK to smile at the smallest of things and it was OK to feel happy. When people wished on a shooting star and believed in stories of the Arabian Nights. Where hugging and kissing one another when we met wasn’t considered unsophisticated and embarrassing. Where time lazily took a stroll instead of rushing past us in a frenzy.
Why is that now people don’t have time for each other? Why is it a pain to go see how your folks are doing? Why is materialism gathering more importance than affection? Why are we forgetting to love again, and again?