Every girl dreams of “the perfect guy”, that he would just walk into her life someday and sweep her off her feet. They would share a tremendous great love: lying under a tree, cry together, do crazy things together, share secrets… and most importantly love crazily. However after some time she realize it’s never going to happen: he’s never going to come, and they won’t meet. She finally wakes up into reality and stop dreaming. People say it’s good to be faithful and hope. The realist inside her says otherwise. She’s rational. Too rational for a female. She realized this long ago and finally she is ready to face it and embrace it. She locks her heart away. Forever. Forever. Forever. Even though deep inside her there’s still a glimpse of hope, but no one will know. She turned her face into a mask, masking her real feelings away.
