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I am a dreamer. I always dream of the things I want to do in life. Believe me, there are enough of it. But I do not have the courage to make them real. It’s a shame but I can’t get out of my skin.

In the daytime my body has several functions: like getting out of bed, making breakfast, going to work, coming home and do some other stuff. This is only what the outside sees.

But nobody knows what’s going on in my head! The whole day, we are all busy. There’s no time to think, no time to hang on to your dreams.

The sun watches what I do.

Then, late in the evening we get calm. We relax. We start to think. We start to dream. I am getting lost in my thoughts inspired by things I’ve seen. I begin to create my future life in my head.

Do you want to know what it’s about? I start telling it to the moon. He sure is a good listener… And what I like most about him is that he never thinks I’m stupid. He takes me as I am and no dream is big enough for him. And like I wrote on my page: I have dreams as big as my fears!

The moon knows all my secrets.

What I really want is simple. But no!!!! Perhaps it isn’t. Because if it would be simple, it would not be still only a dream:
I want to be an attractive wife with a husband I love. He does not have to be hot and good-looking, but he is making me laugh one time a day. He shows loyalty, honesty and looks at me this special way…. you know the way somebody looks at another human… and you can see in his eyes that he’s totally in love. The way Ray looks at his Evangeline.

I want to live at the seaside with this warm and windy breeze around my nose. The smell of salt lies in the air and there is sand between my toes. The sun is rising and the world gets awake. I step outside our little house… watch him swimming in the sea or riding on the waves… Minutes go by and I am happy to have this life. Healthy, calm and gracious. I love this man. We laugh, we cry, we drink red wine and have the best conversations. He shows me another point of view in many things and he expands my horizon. He is not only my man but he is my best friend.

I will call him to come home! I’ve made breakfast.

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