Dreams that come true.

Every day. I wake up. And turn on my imagination. To the good stuff. The positives. Things that make me happy. Which means my Italian true love comes to mind. I haven’t forgotten. I’m in love. And have been for most of my life. I’ve had two true loves. One after another. That makes me fortunate. Some don’t even have one true love. In an entire lifetime.  Maybe it’s that I have evolved. Into a romantic idealist. A writer. A poet. A dreamer, too. Best of all, it becomes reality when one lives his dreams. I insist on that. I want life no other way.  Dreams that come true. –Jim Broede