it's okay to mourn for something you imagine

imagination...

it can make you happy

from the idea of being with him

it can make your sides hurt

from the laughter you'd have

it can make your cheeks blush and your neck hot

from all the kisses you'd have

it can make you feel comfortable

while laying in pillows

from all the cuddles you'd have

but imagination isn't just thinking about good

it can make you angry!

from all the little fights that you have

but then you go right back to kissing

because you can't stay mad at his stupid face

and then...reality hits.

and its harsh.

and it hurts more than anything you'd ever imagined.