i dreamt u into life.

im living a dream...

not for a moment has the beautiful face that i love morphed into something less deserving.
not for a moment has the beautiful person beneath that face shown a hint of something uglier.
not for a moment has the magic of our fairytale been broken to reveal a witch's touch.

and i don't remember ever feeling this before. despite the impending pressure and the inacceptance from various sources, ive never been more certain that this is what i want. that the root of all their problems cannot be removed by escaping into their fantasy of what my world should be like. that my original hope to unveil the reality of my world onto their facade for mine gently has been revived and here i am again at the beginning of that journey... to slowly unleash the magic of my utopia by proving myself worthy of my own decisions.

the best part of this realisation? the source of my magic is the very support for its fulfilment.