When will the fantasy end?
The jubilee of daydreaming about love.
Roses, hot tubs, mansions, helicopters, massages, and caviar.
A soap opera in your head that turns up as your head hits the pillow.
Will he call? Will he write?
A table of friends that you woo over and suddenly you are the star of his world.
A saga of happy endings that never will come true.
My make-believe boyfriend that I will never know.