Dreams.

People say "God does everything for a reason", and I believe that. If God put me here for a reason, it's defiantly so I can spread my wings.  I belong somewhere that will make me smile, because that's the best kind of love, something that will be with you every day making you smile. Out of all my dreams, that no one but me cares about, that's my biggest one. To live in New York. To go for a run along the city people, to get a crappy cup of coffee along the side walk, and to smile every single day. I have two and a half years to go, and I plan to make the most of it, but that doesn't mean every second I wont be waiting to get out and spread my wings. Reality is fake, dreams are for real.