Letter: Dear Dreams.

Dear Dreams,

In this letter, I would like to inform you about how I am doing. Well, everything is not going well. Everything is a big giant mess.

My sweet dreams, you really are hard to reach. When I think of you, you seem close; you give me the courage to chase you. But in reality, you are too far away, a billion miles away. The excitement I got whenever I thought of achieving you has already faded. The determination and patience I once had are no longer there to support me through the rough road of turning you into reality.

I should have listened to my parents when they said to give up on you, that you are just a little phase I was going through and that I had to stop before I ruined my life for nothing. I should have listened, but I did not and I am afraid that I regret not doing as told. I am afraid that now you seem to be just some silly thoughts of a reckless, unwise and stupid youth.

Sacrificing my friends and my loved ones just to reach you. All of it seems so stupid I wonder how come I was so blinded by you that I threw the whole world aside.

I started losing myself in the process, and my big mistake is that I did not notice until too late. How stupid can a person be? Why did I just not give up on you? You were too unreal and unreachable from the very beginning and I knew that, but I was too much of a fool to let myself believe the truth. I was so determined on proving everyone one wrong and turning the impossible to possible. Little did I know that if the impossible could be turned into possible, it would not be named that. The suffix 'im' was added for a reason. I should have known better.

I am tired of being a stupid fool. I am tired of putting my life on the line just so I can reach you; therefore, dear dreams, I have to give up on you.

I am sorry. Goodbye.

Your unfaithful dreamer,
The never to be known.