alternativeafi wrote this beautiful piece of writing which will send shivers down your spine!

I am a dreamer. A wanderer, an explorer, an outcast. I am an explorer on the road to nowhere, my thoughts travelling to a place that feels far away. I am an adventurer; the one that would be sleeping in one moment and on a road trip driving across the country in the next. I am a creator. I make up silly fantasies in my head that will never come true, collecting seashells in the sand and wishing that I could wash away with the waves. I want to be free. Free to do whatever I want, to go wherever I want, to find the beauty in the late summer sunset and the simple tunes of beach indie rock. I want to travel to the highest mountain, the lowest sea, just to look someone right in the eyes and say "we did it."

I am a believer. I believe that magic happens at midnight, on the top of a roof, looking at the stars and then into your lovers' eyes. I believe that sparks happen in your soul the first time your two lips touch. The feel of the soft locks of their hair as you tangle your fingertips in it. The sweet taste of iced tea on their lips. The smell of their cologne. The wanderlust look in their eyes as they look back at you, not believing that just happened. The soft feel of their hand in yours. When it's late, and you're both tired, laying in bed together with your head on their chest. You feel his soft breaths, in and out. The way he gently strokes your messy hair and leaves kisses like sprinkles on your forehead.

But I have never felt this way before.

And so I stay; looking for an adventure on my bike in my neighborhood, seeing the world through the lens of my camera and the pads of paper on my bedside table. I wish of someone, something to spark something in me to do extraordinary things. So I walk along the beach, my bare feet in the sand, the cool ocean breeze washing over me, and the salty water engulfing my feet, searching. I search for love in the sunrise, sunset, and anything in between. I search in the city skyline, and the palm trees in the blue sky.

I am a hopeless romantic. Falling asleep in someone's arms, waking up to see the sun casting through the windows. Steady breathing. Their eyes open, now a whole different color then the night before. The tint in their lips is unbearable. Their soft hands on the small of my back, then moving strands of hair out of my face, behind my ear. The soft feel of the covers, thick and white, engulfing us both. Their cheeks, slightly pink, how they feel in my hands as I cup them. Out the window is a new sight to see every morning. Their messy but perfect hair gets in my face, making me chuckle. I move it, leaving a kiss on the tip of their nose. For the first time, they talk/

"Let's go on an adventure." They say, their vibrant eyes staring into mine. We set off, putting on some indie playlist, like a couple of young lovers rebelling. Well, that's what we are.