Fairytales

Life is all about dreams. At least that’s what I used to believe. “Sonhadora” says my mom. “Dreamer”. I used to be that. In some cases, maybe I still am… but somewhere along the lines things changed.

Fairytales aren’t real, nor did I ever believe they were, but I believed in pieces. Now, I don’t believe in love at first sight. Infatuation? Maybe. Lust? Most definitely. Love? Doubtful. Love takes work. Dedication. But it’s also effortless. At some point in my life I convinced myself that wasn’t true. I became convinced that people are so far from perfect that I had to accept what I deemed were flaws. I was wrong.

People aren’t perfect; no one is. Today I realize it’s absolutely okay to dream. To dream of love, spontaneity, and ambition. Dream of intellectual conversations where my intelligence hasn’t been belittled. Late night swims. Long drives playing 90s music. Going to the gun range. Having a gym partner. Driving to a distant beach to stargaze, despite the fact I know nothing about constellations. Nights in enjoying each other’s company. It’s okay. That’s perfect to me, but it’s not to everyone. We’re all different. That’s what makes the world beautiful.

So yeah. I believe in fairytales. Their idea. I believe someone could show up at my door with roses. I believe in dancing in the rain. Love letters. Just enjoying each other’s time and company. I believe there is a person out there who will be open to growing together and expanding into our best versions.

Maybe there’s no Prince Charming or white knight, but there’s someone for me. For the nerdy romantic that I am.