Just my imagination

I grieve for my romantic illusions. My dreams of happily ever after seems childish in the light of day, as I forge ahead with the weight of experience bowing my shoulders.

I came across the cartoon of Calvin and Hobbes and in a way, I feel like this is what happened. One day, me and romance and devoted love spoke and laughed together, then reality intruded and what before seemed real enough to taste and touch, softly dimmed until I realised that the love I thought I had,  was just my imagination.