I know you like a wonderful dream

Today, he told me he feels like he knows me like a wonderful dream.

Did he wish he’d never wake from that dream, I wonder? There’s something oddly enchanting about falling for someone through a screen. The way words dance, the anticipation of a reply, the tiny details we collect like digital treasure hunters—it all creates a world that exists somewhere between poetry and reality.

In the space between texts, we become curators of our best selves. We craft the perfect responses, handpick the most charming anecdotes, and let our typos be the only flaws. But real life? That’s messy.

Then again, maybe reality, in all its chaotic, unfiltered glory, is more exhilarating than a perfect dream. A dream is soft and fleeting, but reality has texture. Maybe the goal isn’t to keep the dream intact but to embrace the unpredictability of what happens when real life begins.

Maybe reality won’t match the dream — maybe it’ll be even better.