To whoever said we don't appreciate things until it's gone is true.
Because that's what happened with me.
I didn't appreciate what I was going through.
But you can't really blame me. There is never been something that happened to me that I want to repeat over and over.
But at the moment I wish that what happened would repeat itself over and over.
At first, I wished that I would go back to reality. But never did I know that what I was in was actually my real reality.
I wish to go back there.
To him.
To that wonderful life that is my imagination.
I want it all back.
But life doesn't work like that.
It never did. And it will never do.
But life here has a small gift for me, in the end. Because I learned so much.
And that learning will make my wish come true.
And I never ask more than that.
What happened between the reality and unreality was something. It was something strange and weird and doesn't happen everyday.
It was incredible.
And I will do anything to take back that incredible unreality in my life again.