Romance, seemingly, is so far away.

Yet I still play romantic scenarios over and over again in my head. As if I had an archive of stories tucked away, waiting to be read.

I have these horrid imaginations of the day when this will all stop. The day when I lose interest in it all.

It may be soon, it may be never. But as of the present state, the chase goes on.

Because getting there, sometimes, is better than reaching the goal.

Perhaps that's the point.