dreams.

I read romance novels and I often find myself wishing that one day, I’ll find a man who loves me as much as the heroes love the heroines.

I want to fall in love. I want to be loved. I want to get swept off my feet. I want to lean on someone’s shoulder when I feel like I am going to break down. I want to laugh with someone. I want to cry with someone. I want to have someone whom I can always rely on.

I dream that one day, I’ll find someone who loves me for who I am. Someone that can see past all of my minor insecurities and anxieties. Someone that can look past all of my faults and love the person that is hidden deep inside.

hopes.

My first year as a college student is coming to a close in less than seven days. I find myself both ecstatic and slightly melancholy over the end.

On one hand, I will get to revel in the peace that comes with no longer having to staying up in the wee hours of the night and poring over textbooks. I will no longer be typing furiously away at a paper that I should have started days before. I will no longer find myself unable to fall asleep at night because I am way too stressed out.

On the other hand, I will be apart from all of the wonderful people whom I have met this past year. It will be hard for me to wake up in the morning and not look over to see my roommate. I’ll miss iming everyone around 11AM and inquiring about lunch. I’ll miss the late night conversations and the midnight snacks.

But with the end of one leg of my four legged journey of college, a new one will just be beginning. And I find myself with a blog, and waiting, with abated breath at what new adventures will come.