SHE IS THE WOMAN OF MY DREAM

I woke up this morning feeling lost in myself, in my thought and in my imaginations. I felt alone but not really lonely. I felt that I have lost something or rather I chose something that may not be mine. My mind told me that it is all about the woman of My dream

The more I tried to form the image of this woman, the more I mix up shadows with reality. It was as hard to stop thinking as it is to find out who this woman is. But now, like Newton, I shouted Eureka!!! because I know who this woman is.

She has the beauty and strenght of Cloepatra and the gentle heart of Virgin Mary. She has not the perfect of ethicates yet, she has a very high sense about reality that is shared by only the strongest of men and the most beautiful of women. she looks naive, yet she has the strongest of character possessed only by men of change. She is only a young girl who overreacts sometimes, yet she sticks to her point when she know she is right.

Several times I have told her all this and several times she has taken a step back, asking me to be patient.

The more I extended my hands to her, the more she ignored me and the more I looked at her, the more she looked away. I tried to reach out for her hands but she would not let me hold her. My dilemma is nothing but, "why her"?

Letting go is easy but it will not be easy to forget that I feel lonley any  momnet I think about her.

WOW!!! I have talked too much. She maybe listening and I wonder what will be her reaction when she hears all this.