Your Name.

Your Name. ★★★★½

I remember being young and falling in love with the people and cities in my dreams, smiles that felt more real and emotions I knew I could trust. It's disorienting to wake from these dreams, it's soul-crushing to realize my happy ending only existed in a hazy memory; my fading paradise was in a sandcastle on the shore. I guess this is a part of life, realizing it'll never be as good as I wished it could have been. These glass caskets we place our hopes and dreams in before we bury them in the past, maybe if we unearthed them every once in a while we would remember what's ahead for us too, something beautiful.