smurfy (ex_smurfy870) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2007-10-01 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica moore, prompt #14 |
#14 Dream
Dreams are meant to be just that. Dreams. I used to dream about graduating Stanford and going to Harvard Law with Sam. I used to dream about marrying him and living happily ever after. Want to know what I got? None of that. There was no graduating Stanford, there was no Harvard and there was no marrying Sam. Instead dreams became nightmares. Really? I don't want to dream anymore if if means I have to remember what never happened. I think I liked having those nice fluffy things that I could hold some hope with. Something that I could desperately cling to because it helped me feel wanted and needed. Made me remember who I loved.
Look at me rambling about dreams. Truth of the matter is, I dream about finding Sam again, and making sure he's okay. That he's alive. And in my reality? That he still loves me and he'll pull me back into his arms and I'll be right where I belong. Of course, dreams don't come true. I should realize that by now. Sam is never coming back.
Jessica Moore // Supernatural