I read, everyone reads, infact you're reading this post right now. There's a lot of reading materials ready for all to read, in every shapes or forms imaginable to human kind.
For me, I like to read books. One of those fictions that are so enchanting you can't help but smile when the characters fall in love, or cry when they lost someone they love so dearly. Ah yes, I'm a sucker for romance. Although I have this 'tough' and goofy exterior, I long to love and be loved. Everyone does, right?
And somehow these books open a portal of some sort for me to look in their lives and perhaps learn a thing or two about, well, love. And life of course. I guess I feel like my life is nothing compared to theirs and I want that. I want their life.
The characters somehow find a way to end their conflicts so effortlessly if I may say and in the end they got their own happy ending. With an added bonus, their love interest. And I too, want that happy ending.
But they live in a world of imagination made by their own creator, the authors and I'm very aware that I'm living in the real life. The reality with my very own creator.
Some of us don't get that happy ending we all want but a girl can always dream. Always.