It happens in the movies and I suppose sometimes in real life when one shows up on your doorstep professing love. But does it happen in later life or is it something only for the young, the very young. When the freshness of life abounds and the future holds years of promise. When if a mistake is made it is not quite as impacting as one in later years.
Still I don’t think if we are a romantic that we ever stop dreaming of that happening. That is if we are single and still think of a possible dinner date, or a brush of a kiss against the cheek.
A man I know is traveling cross country. A road trip. He is a twitter so easy to follow his stops along the way. To my surprise he is off course of what I would have expected him to travel. Of the direction perhaps a google map may have suggested. In fact way off course. Deep south rather then across the upper states which would be a much more direct route although peppered with mountainous ridges and maybe a treacherous winding road or two.
In his last tweet he was in a nearby state on the same latitude. Maybe only a few hours away. My heart skipped a beat or two with that girlish hope that maybe he was going to show up in my little town. Like they do in the movies. After all he emails that he thinks of me. That distance is the only obstacle and so it is.
I have to bring myself back to reality and know that that is a very silly thought and definitely a full blown one of a dreamy romantic. A thought that so rarely happens in real life that if it ever did what would one really do. Especially at an older age. It is really a silly thought and one to put aside, pick up the book and know that is the companion for yet another night.
Oh the dreamer in me.