.... ... .. . .. ...put your hands on the wheel... .
let the golden age begin... .. ............. . ..

I was thinking today about the way romance is portrayed in the media.

Road trips to all the greatest locations and with the most fantastic soundtracks... depression that is somehow healed through a lover's words... a fantastic sort of idealized youth that is characterized by wealth and beauty...
Does all of this give us a false sense of hope of what could be?

Of what really exists?

Does love really take these perfect forms...
In reality, do the long time lovers always end up together in the end, like they do in film and song?

Perhaps disappointment comes in the fact that I have no face to put in my own situation, no long time love to dream of...instead, I have a more abstract notion of that perfect love.

And I'm stubborn and unwilling to give up the idea up that it does exist, somehow, in some way.

this ideal love.