Once, I nursed a dream of passionate love, and unending adventures, near my heart.
I showed many people it, but they weren't interested in it.
I thought that perhaps, theres no room in reality for that dream.
So I shut the door on that dream.
I thought it dead.
I gave up on wanting passion, warmth, love, acceptance, understanding.
And the years passed.
And more doors were closed, as no one wanted to see any of my other dreams, either.
And in those years, there was no satisfaction in my relationships, no real love, or any of the things that the dream had stood for, that I yearned for, despite the dream being dead.
One weekend, about two months ago, I discovered that the doors were shut, but they didnt need to be.
They could be open for all to see. After all, every person has a differing opinion to the last.
So, I opened the doors near my heart, and I found that the dream was now embedded in my heart, barely alive... But still alive.
I must have nestled it close in a desperat