Ya I m psychooo, psycho with three 'O's where the psychoness is defined by the number of 'O's in it.
I dream.
All of us do dream. But the dream I dream about isn't something I do when asleep. I dream with my eyes open wide and clear. It is a kind of day mare which I know will never come true. I dream that the MOON will ever walk to me and stay by my side. Sounds romantic huh???
I LOVE MOON.
I love her. I dream her to be by my side forever and ever. I think about her from dawn till dusk. Every time I think about her, she puts on smile on my face, adds reason to be alive, flavor to my life and make my every day a day to remember. The first sip of coffee I take in the morning I toast it for her. In fact not just the cup of coffee but every breath I breathe I breathe for her.
Am I not the psychooo who would dream about having moon around self and want her to be around forever and ever. See the numerous stars in the sky, those stars are not the heavenly celestial bodies for me; rather they are the ornaments of my moon. They shine to their most just make my moon more beautiful and add more color to the ambience.
Oh God! I want her by my side.
Not all stories in this earth has a happy ending. My moon, I know will always remain there forever and ever and will never walk to me and sit by my side and remain with me for life and death.
You know what, I don't get a little surprised when a boy next to me also dreams about having the moon by his side. I don't get furious at him, no never. I know it’s neither his fault nor my moon's. My moon is so saccharine. Who else on earth will ever not dream about having my moon by his side? She is too good to let go.
