the dreams are just that. dreams. nice dreams, sure, and I wake up feeling happy for a moment. But I can't go back to the past, I can't go backwards.
I can't live in the fantasy world you painted, trampoline, rooms, kitchen, challenges every day . . . life doesn't work like that. It's a lot more normal than that. It's not ideal, people can't be perfect, especially not right away. Sometimes you do have to give second chances, and third chances, and maybe even more. Sometimes things don't go right, sometimes people get stressed.
Sometimes people move on.
I love you. Sometimes fantasies can be nice. but I've been thinking too much about that fantasy, that will never happen. I know it won't. We won't ever travel together, not again, not to the extent we once talked about, and likely won't ever see each other again, unless it's me, again making the effort to see you. I love you, but we won't be together, and maybe that fantasy is nice, but sometimes we just need to take a step back and check into reality again.
Fiction & Reality. The Fiction is you, here. The Reality is me here, you there.