Dear D,

I feel people rarely live up to what they post of themselves on social media. Have a short exchange with them and you realise a lot of what they post is just an ideal version of them. If you want to be brutal, sometimes you can call it a hypocritical version of themselves.

I think that’s where you got me. I was mesmerised by your physical beauty at first glance.

“She’s just like the other pretty ones you see around the internet.” My inner voice let’s me know ever so politely.

“Darn, she’s got the looks but let’s see what does she have to say. There’s no harm in that, right?” I argued with my own inner voice. That’s where I got it so wrong. I was hooked. I ate up her words like a hungry animal.

D, you didn’t just live up to expectations. You smashed them. You’re flawed. You’re contradictory. You’re complicated but here I am addicted to all of this.

“Come back to reality, please.” My inner voice reminds me again. “I know, I know. I know the reality but I can dream. Thank you very much”. I tell my own contradictions off.

If I wrote about a dream woman, you’d fill up almost all of the check boxes. Maybe, the most important ones aren’t filled that’s why you’re a dream.

Keep allowing me to dream, D.

Maybe in some other life, it would have been more than a dream but maybe it’s more beautiful as a dream. Reality is awful and complicated.

Thank you for the sweet dreams, D.

Love,

J.