Lost in a daydream.

I thought about this today - how some dreams should remain as dreams.

I regret over the chances I didn't take. Waited, till it was too late. But perhaps it is not that bad after all. At least this dream is kept as pristine and idyllic, as how I've imagined it to be. Like how books are always better than movies, your own imagination is the ultimatum of beautiful.

I left it as a beautiful regret - something that I can only dream of, but never really live in.