So I’m happy where I am, with my fiance, in my job, in my place.
But my dreams like to play with me.
In my latest one, my mother introduced me to Tove Lo, telling her how much I loved her. We fell in love. Me and Tove Lo.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to Tove Lo. She reminds me of myself in my early twenties. The dream was fantastic. We had such good times. I was on cloud nine.
But then my fiance showed up. Jealous, unsure, unhappy.
Is this a reflection of my fear of letting my wild days go?
I love my fiance with all my heart, but my imagination is in constant transit. Is that wrong? Is it ok to have such a strong unrealistic crush in a relationship?
brutallyhonestlyme 