Prologue

This all feels like a dream. It's almost as if I'm just living this cognitive imagination of a lonely hearted girl, and she has to play every role in her movie. Don't pinch me though, I'm not ready to wake up. It's too soon to end this perfect scenario that had to have been hand crafted by Cupid himself. But, dreams? They seem real while we're in them. Though, the second we wake up is when we realize it was all an act created by our subconscious minds and consumed by our yearning "dream come trues". But, this? This is too long of a dream to not be real. Too emotional of a plot to be feeling so attached to. Too recollective to all just be a shit-show fecade. So, then it leaves me to this: Is it really just a story my mind put together to satisfy my nightly voids? Or maybe, just maybe, this is my reality. Every choice I've made was livid and put me on a path to this. One wrong turn and I could've been put in a nightmare with no happy ending. I mean, I guess at that point I would have had to face three options: keep going, turn back, or find a different route. All very different outcomes that could easily change my life. And, all I have to do is choose one and never look back? Easy when my options are laid out in front of me, until I realize my endings remain unknown until I live out the option I chose. But, why do these three options matter now? I'm on the right path...right?