Fantasies are wonderful. They can help you tune out the mundane, the unpleasant. If you're lucky, you can ride them for a time -- maybe long enough to make your world a little less lonely, a little less harsh. Maybe remind you that you're alive, at least for a while.
But they end. Reality, as it will, creeps in and cracks that fragile magic world. Sometimes shatters it with the blunt force of a baseball bat.
Hopefully you will be left with something good to remember. A page in the book of your life that you can turn back to from time to time and smile, and feel the ache of the bittersweet longing that will inevitably accompany the memory.
They always end too soon.
