There must hardly be anyone who wouldn't be drawn by the blinding beauty of fairy lights. Weddings, carnivals, festive celebrations - no matter where I spot them, they lure me into a portal of dreamy illusions. I impulsively pause, my errands need to wait, even if momentarily. Like an awe-struck child, I gasp helplessly.
Fairy Lights transport me to a realm where everything appears unrealistically attractive. Attractive nevertheless.
Beautiful, dream-like. But a dream that holds the possibility of becoming true.
Magical, unreal, a long-held fantasy. A mirage. Just like life.
Just like the time your young, unrequited love story was almost reciprocated.
The could-haves and the should-haves.
Like the time you almost said ‘I love you’ to your mother but didn't.
Like the world in which you were the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the ideal individual - but you didn't become one. Not because you couldn't, but because the possibility of that perfection itself was unreal. The idea of that possibility though? Incredibly enticing. Just like Fairy Lights.
A burning desire, a secret longing, a child’s innocent wish. Just like the captivating, bewitching, almost real Fairy Lights.
Fleeting. Transient. But omnipresent. Just like Fairy Lights.
So close, yet, so far. Just like Fairy Lights.
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I loved this so much, Sanobar ❤️