I went swimming this morning for two main reasons. First of all, I wanted to exercise, for obvious reasons, but also I wanted to decompress and escape a little bit from my usual morning routine.

The water was fresh. I would even dare to say it was cold. Not that enjoyable at the beginning, but still nice to swim in.

And while I was swimming back and forth, I couldn’t help but relax and get lost in my thoughts.

The first thing that came to my mind was some sort of curiosity about who’s going to be the person I will spend the rest of my life with. It may seem like a very deep thought. Or maybe it is, indeed, but it doesn’t hurt to think about it. At the end, it’s mainly a thought.

For instance, a couple of questions came to my mind:

Who are you? How do you look like? What color are your eyes? How do you look at me? How are we going to spend our evenings together? What sort of activities would be do?

I felt like a dreamer. Swimming, thinking. Such a hopeless romantic, maybe. Yeah, I think you can call me a dreamer. Now I’m just wandering if someone is thinking exactly the same thing. If that someone wonders the same thing. How am I, how do I look, how are we going to meet, and so on.

I wonder if someone actually dreams about finding someone like me.