Every weekend seems to be days and nights of habitual acts and minor surprise, but tend to end thus: I go to my mother to say good-night. She then asks me about my night, so I proceed to tell her this and that. During which, we'll often detour and discuss other things (meaning we'll talk about certain people, ramble over band, and marvel at today's current situation). In the end, our conversation will inevitably turn to a frequently talk-over subject--me and my perfect boyfriend. It's during this one-hour breifing when she will reveal to me her secret thoughts. She often tells me how perfect we are together, how innocent and just all-around wonderful. She'll remind me of what an incredible person he is and remind me more of how lucky I am to have found him. I dare say she is jealous, though. She speaks so highly of us and so frequently, I dare say she is. But it's a happy sort of jealousy, because she is of course very happy that we're so in love and all. But I think she looks at us and then sees what is her own and that old expression about greener grass couldn't sound truer. She confess to me just tonight that she hath had an aspiration of us being married and living in a small, yet very cozy home, not having much money but then somehow, by doing just what our passions drive us to do, becoming quite well-off. I would dream such a prospect prove true, but in either way, I'd say we'd be wealthy enough in the matter of joy. And though I think the time of marriage and children is quite far off, it is not so far off as I would be inclined to believe. It is a grand 5 years before the both of us are graduated from college, and we've wittness ourselves how quickly 4 pass. I think a part of me is betting for the day of our first fight--something that will ripple these peaceful waters and make this perfect picture move just a bit. But mostly, I don't want such a day to come. For, as a girl whose always dreamed fantasies and lived in dreams, I'd not fret to live the fairy tale love and have the fairy tale life. .Justina Dream.