i find myself fantasizing about a day where you come to me, missing me, wanting to be with me, realizing that your current boyfriend (soon to be husband) isn't as good. i am embarrassed by these, because i may as well wish for all war to end or to be transported to the moon.
i suppose fantasies are therapeutic because they serve some sort of healing process, but these only keep hope afloat, and i should just let the bow tip forward and drop to the bottom of the cold, dark ocean depths.
Moving on, as everyone else tells me.
