What's Real

I guess we are both living a fantasy, where I believe things last forever and he believes in the kind of love where there are sparks and everlasting passion…..whose is more real?  Whose  is more attainable?  I think we both want the same thing.  I just have to give up the notion that finding it in each other is attainable.

It feels surreal to me to give up hope, but I would be insane to continue to be hopeful.  This is the kind of stuff that makes me realize too much positivity can be a flaw.  I have become so blindsided by my own optimism, that maybe I choose to ignore what’s real.

That he is absolutely right “ that we are like oil and water, we will never mix” and that is what’s real.