I had this dream once where I met this boy. In a rush of wonderful bliss we were getting married in this beautiful and old building. We were brimming with so much happiness. He picked me up and carried me out of the building and I remember looking up into his face and on it there was so much love and it was all for me. When I had woken up I had cried, because I had wished so hard for it not to be a dream.
But then life happened and truths were revealed and somehow I stopped believing in love.
* Just finished reading The Messenger by Markus Zusak...so good.