Perfect Plans
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Is that what he truly wants?
Maybe it’s simply a standard response to appear grounded.
Obviously his career is a big part of his life. And with said career comes a boatload of other hurdles.
How can I look past everything that’s transpired? Is it possible to fit into his world? Do I even want to?
With his expressed dream floating through my mind, I start re-analyzing my own dreams. The dream life I’ve been fighting for, hoping to find.
It’s sad to think that dreams are possibly unattainable. At least, not when the real world plays its part. Is it worth walking into your fantasy when reality lurks right outside the door?
The sudden reminder of our would-be dream-life fills my eyes with building tears.
Wiping a fallen drop from my cheek, I pull my gaze away from his beautiful cover, looking out the window for a much-needed distraction, the sun’s attempts to peek through the gloomy clouds catching my eye.
My thoughts drift back to the interview of Alex I caught on TV. The memory of my girlie hopping up and down on my bed bringing a slight smile to my face. I replay his answers, his admission of his weakness - floral tattoos.
Who knew Alex Tate would end up being my weakness.
His desires to meet the woman of his dreams and live happily ever after is a reminiscent dream of my own. A shiver courses through me as I realize the contradiction of my prominent internal mantra - my quest for my dream life.
I haven’t been searching for my dream life… I’ve uprooted my entire life, my entire existence in search of a fantasy. And fantasies are for children. Unattainable. And will never measure up.
It makes me shudder to think that I discarded a good life - aimlessly threw it away - in search of something that will never be.
So many days wasted, spent daydreaming of escaping my mediocre life - my prominent imaginings of hopping on a plane, to chase that silly dream.
That life suddenly doesn’t seem so mediocre. The irony doesn’t escape me as I peer out the window, tears streaming down my face.
I’m so sorry Alex. So very, very sorry.
My saddened smile concealed to those seated around me, I watch London fade into the distance as the plane continues to rise.
I’m going home.
To my final act - my award worthy finale - take a bow.
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ALEX AND ABY’S STORY CONTINUES
IN THE POWERFULLY SENSUAL SEQUEL IN THE
PERFECT PLANS SERIES,
TAKE A BOW
Coming soon
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