She had this dream to be someone;
someone who wasn't her. It was a crazy and wild dream, but
all of her dreams were. She wanted to be famous. An up and
coming actress that started at the bottom and made her way to
the top. She wanted to be a writer. To have her words inspire
another to do just what she did. She wanted to be a singer and
sing the lyrics of a heartbroken dreamer. She wanted to be
known and remembered. So many people have told her
"Darling, a dream is a dream. Dreams like yours are hardly
ever achieved." that she stopped dreaming. She put those
dreams on hold and faced reality with a cold heart. She became
the person who said "A dream is a dream, you can't
achieve it." She, in some way, achieved her dream. She had
become someone she wasn't.
"What ever happened to your
dreams?" I asked her once.
"They only appear in my
sleep, now. It's a dream after all."
"Why'd you stop trying to
achieve your dreams?"
"Dreams like mine are hardly
"Does that mean that you have
to stop dreaming?" She nodded her head with a solemn look.
So I told her the story of my dream.
"Once, in the 5th grade, I
had a dream. This dream seemed impossible. It consisted of a
beautiful young girl who took the time to swing with me on my
first day of school. I told myself she'd be mine forever.
People doubted me, I even doubted myself. Yet, this beautiful
young girl never seemed to doubt me. She didn't know of
this dream but she was there to make sure I never stopped
dreaming. I achieved this dream which seemed impossible at the
time. Darling, you were my dream, still are. I never stopped
dreaming because of you. I now dream that you'll achieve
yours. Even if you're not an actress or a writer,
you'll most definately be remembered. Honey, just because
they tell you to stop dreaming, doesn't mean you
That night she began