the only way to properly identify the mood i'm suspended in at the present time is intense. i got to thinking about my life up to this point. all the fantasies i've harbored over the years regarding several vignettes of what i'd hoped life would amount to for me at various times of my life. i started thinking of how much a dreamer i was as a young girl. i honestly believed life would be this magical fairy tale with love and romance and impossibly orgasmic happy endings to everything.
it got me to wondering if anything romantic ever happens anymore. the stories we all watch in movies like can't hardly wait and never been kissed and cry at how adorably affectionate the whole affair is...do they ever really happen? even on a slightly smaller scale? is there anyone that i graduated with that held a deep, secret love inside of them all four years, and to this day thinks about and misses and wants for this high school heartache he or she could never reveal? is there someone i graduated with that maybe sacrificed himself enormously, put his heart and soul on the line for someone else, and never mentioned it, out of care and respect for someone else? do these things ever really happen?
are these only fantasies? is a situation like this so crazy and elaborate that life never takes such a valiant path? i want to know if people, in actuality, ever experience this kind of romanticism, really, in real life. or if it's something songwriters and movie producers and authors all know and understand is the highest point of desire in the american or human mind. and they write to all of the world's greatest desire to be loved and be bewildered by it. please tell me that great love still exists.