To the Man of my dreams,

    I am in a pretty bad shape now, when i am writting this to you. Over a dinner. A couple weeks ago, a good friend of my blatantly argued on the existence of pure love and soul mate. While he argued raising points on the disputable emotion "callled true love", my dreams suffered a minor jerk. Since childhood, i have been in awe with the idea of dreamy world, fancies and happy  life. As time went by, reality tried to sleep its way into my world. However, i not wanting to acknowledge the truth, camoflagged my world with the real world by heaps of cloud called hope.
    It is still this hope that is attempting to write to you again because this is not the first time. There is something i wish to ask you before i crib about my diffulties. Do you love to play hide and seek? No? Or are you watching me in disguise? Dont you see the eargerness in my eyes to find you? I keep looking for you for hours in my friend list on social media. If you are there and you get to see this message please say something, anything because im constantly fighting to keep my hppe because i know you are out there.