Man of my dreams...

Dear Mom,

I am sure that you already know that I have been dreaming with a wonderful man, the man of my dreams.

He’s spectacular; he’s smart and intelligent; very creative with a lot of potential. He’s the ability of looking at the universe as a child learning something new in every moment.

He can read poetry with an undeveloped passion and a complete understanding of every word… He’s the abstract, the man of my dreams.

As you know, I dream every night with him. My dreams are more simple that him; it’s all about living together and having the life that I quite a lot of time ago. That life that I suppose to live, you know… Married with children, having a family and a home, making our home; and instead of that life I am just traveling around, knowing more people, working and working.

The good of all the travel, mom, is that I finally meet him in person. Can you believe it?

I meet him at one airport while I was reading one of the Portuguese books. He was so incredibly charming, with his big smile and wonderful feelings, with he’s perfects thoughts and contemplation, and he has all that I could ever imagine in the man of my dreams. He gives me all the same feelings as the man of my dreams.

I am puzzled for meet him in an airport, how is that even possible? I travel a lot, taking flights every week but I never meet someone over there, I am always tired or running for the next flight. I always felt asleep during the flight because I use to be really tired with all the work, and even that, I meet him; the man of my dreams.

Sadly is that he lives in another country and I continue traveling so much that probably we will not meet again. In any case, it was wonderful to meet him, know that the man of my dreams is really there outside of my mind and that there’s a low probability that we meet again, but probability at the end is better than nothing.

Sorry mom, I need to leave again. I already finished packing for my next trip. I will send you another letter in my next destination.

Love you,

RR