We all crave a love and companionship that truly only exists in our minds. How can we give ourselves to it if it is just a fantasy?

Because our reality is just fantasy. When we wake from one fantasy we create a new one based on the experience of the last.

So I ask all of you hopeless romantics, is it better to have lived the fantasy or exist through a brutal reality?

My personal answer is simply to know I exist in a fantasy. All the while aware of the sad reality. Thus choosing happiness over despair.

Life is all a series of choices. We choose and we learn and we live; choosing again to learn and live. Repeating the cycle until acceptance comes.

Love is illegitimate because it only exists in fantasy. But oh how we crave and cherish it whether a fantasy or not.

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