She walked into the room, all filled with the warmth and sweetness of what she could ever dreamed of. The people whom she had thought were the best in the world. People whom she thought that she could spend a wonderful time with. It was as though she had came back from a faraway land, to be received back into the arms of people whom she loved, and who loved her.
Yet, as she walked further in, as she talked with them, it was as though the thoughts she just had was a fleeting moment of euphoria. A moment in time to hold, just for that moment. The warmth melted, the place became cold. The feelings faded, the closness vanished. It was all just an illusion. All in her thoughts. Thoughts that was built on the past. The past which she thought was so, but was it really so?
Reality, always seem so different. It is different. That was the ideal. The reality has quite a way to go from the ideal. Yet, without the ideal, there is no way to reach what we want in reality. Oh, whatever the matter. We still need to hold onto the ideal. Another round of complication? Yeah, I think so.
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