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What ifs (and letting go of dreamed up attachments)

I wanted to write something about holding on to if, maybe, someday and the idea of whether their grandma would like to knit herself and you matching socks. And about that road trip through breathtaking land and cabins with fireplaces (based of what they did with their friends). Social media plays a big role in the way we perceive people we think we know. We have an attachment to half of their family before we even met them- and picture ourselves in their lifestyle and adventures before they even taken the time (or energy) to invite us for a walk to the local park..or pub.

Fantasies are taking the upper hand- pure gasoline and fogg for a romantic soul (hopeful..or even addict). We keep on looking after what we want to see, what our heart wants to believe in. Building an attachment with their childhood neighbourhood and family vacations before they´ve (the person we´re dating) even gone out of their way to show us that they truly want us in their lives.

Social media can be a good informative way to follow their choices in life and lifestyle  (just admit it..we all do it). As in whether we think we would be a good fit, can we see ourselves there with them, and would they fit with us ? But it can also cause far stronger feelings then you realistically should have at that point.

And when they do make the slightest of effort (I mean a proportion of what we deserve) is it possible that we hold on to that (and make it far more illuminating in our heart) due to our feelings towards that freshly baked bread that they once baked with their sister (hoping and dreaming that they had the heart and skill to give such a surprise to us someday..) ?

Can we stick to reality ? And can we let go of what never was ?

Yes, it is hard to let go of grandma (that you never met and isn't yours), country walks, family New Years and scones.

But when having our mind rolling around in What If,
take a good look at What Is


With love, from a guilty romantic dreamer

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