Sometimes you think of one moment again and again with different stories but with the same idea, the same ending each time. You think it only because it'll be true one day. It's a dream that'll come true and you know it. You imagine it so much that your heart and body have learnt it. You feel that moment engrave your bones, you feel its depth, its presence, it seeping inside you like the warmest of hug. And when it happens, It's nothing like you ever imagined but it's still the same. It's known but still strange. It's real but still fake since you feel that your mind has brought you to it, after those constant daydreams. You've reached the end of that dream and now you imagine the reality again and again until that too becomes a vague story in your mind and a part of your daily daydream routine.