a bit broken, but otherwise okay

The world is ending, I just need a movie adaptation of Chronicles of Narnia The silver Chair for mental stability and economic growth

They say I was too attached to the idea of you, blamed you for not being in a relationship for all my life. They say I'm being foolish, but somehow in the depths of my little heart, I know you'll come- I hope you make it till I'm here.

I don't know when it exactly started, but you've been visiting my dreams as a child. You were once a child, then a boy, then a young man, though recently you haven't paid a visit in my dreams, you came back. Brown hair and light colored eyes, the dream a few weeks back was different, I heard you laugh, and I remembered your voice- and I knew I was safe and loved.

Oh how many would've loved the idea of you. How many would've dreamed of your smiles in pleasant mornings filled with warm sunlight. How many would've loved your little dance at every bite of a good food, how many would've delightfully listen to you hum like a bee as you water your flower garden. How many would beg to get to know you. And if you think your existence doesn't matter, the very particle of you gone will create a butterfly effect that will change the very course of this earth's history. You hold the same value as a star in a far away galaxy.