I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

We danced slowly that night, in a time soon to come. Her eyes were just unbelievable. Never could I know such peace, such love. Slowly the music faded, the pace slowed. We entranced one another further. There, on the dance floor, we kissed. I never would know a feeling like that. A shiver in my spine like I had never shivered before. A taste of infinite love that I had only guessed at. I could have held her forever. If only the dream hadn’t ended. Reality has a way of, hopefully, catching up.

I don’t know if reality ever does or should catch up with your dreams and fantasies, but I do think it should always be trying to.