That night, I dreamed of the old woman again.
"Dear, you came again," she said.
"What do you mean by 'my dream is not normal'?" I asked.
"You will figure it out soon," she replied.
As she spoke, I noticed a man who seemed too good to be true. His presence felt almost surreal.
"He is too good to be true," I whispered.
"Sorry, did you say something, dear?" the woman asked.
"Oh, nothing," I replied, returning to reality.
Seeing him made my heart flutter. I was captivated by his charm and grace.
"May I know who that boy over there is?" I asked.
"He is a prince," she replied.
"Prince of my heart," I thought to myself, a smile spreading across my face.
"What did you say?" she asked again.
"Oh, nothing, my fault," I said.
"He is the prince of Earth," she clarified.
A loud noise boomed again, startling me from the dream. I woke up, hearing that dreadful sound for the second time. The intensity of the noise made my heart race. I decided to visit the city park near my house to clear my mind and reflect on my dream. As I sat on a bench, lost in thought, I saw a guy who looked remarkably like the Prince Charming from my dream.
"Oh—my—gosh," I gasped, feeling a rush of disbelief and excitement.
Surprised and almost in a daze, I approached him. My eyes sparkled as I took in his blue eyes, neatly styled hair, impeccable clothes, and flawless face. It was as though he had stepped right out of my dream and into reality.
"Hey! Hey! Wait!" I called out, my voice tinged with excitement and urgency.
"Me?" he asked, looking around.
"Oh my gosh," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to process the situation.
"Me?" he asked again, slightly confused.
"No, her," I said, glancing upwards. But there was no one else in sight.
"Fooled you. It's you," he laughed, pointing back at me.
My heart skipped a beat. Was he asking me out? I felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The rest of the day seemed to glide by effortlessly. We spent time together, talking and laughing, and I began to feel a connection that I had never experienced before. For a while, it felt like a fairy tale come true.
However, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the initial enchantment started to fade. Slowly, he revealed a different side of himself. His kindness gave way to cruelty, and his charming demeanor was replaced by a harsh and mean-spirited attitude. He was nothing like the person I first met. It was as though the dream had masked the truth, and reality had finally broken through.
Despite my hopes and dreams, the relationship became increasingly difficult. The man who once seemed like a prince had shown his true colors, and the enchantment had vanished. I found myself growing disillusioned and heartbroken. It was clear that this was not the fairy tale I had envisioned.
Eventually, I made the difficult decision to give up on him and move on. The dreams that once filled me with hope and wonder had turned into a bittersweet reminder of a time when I believed in the impossible. I learned that sometimes, what seems too good to be true often is, and that real love requires more than just a dream.
As I looked back on that magical encounter, I realized that my journey of self-discovery was far from over. I had to learn to find happiness within myself and not rely on someone else to fulfill my dreams. Though the prince had turned out to be a mere illusion, I knew that I had the power to shape my own destiny.
And so, with a heavy heart but newfound strength, I moved forward, ready to embrace whatever life had in store for me. The prince of my dreams had been a beautiful, fleeting fantasy, but I was determined to find my own path to happiness.
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