Life is not a movie

I wanted so many things. He wanted so many things. Our things match in some areas and not in others. I'm sad. So very sad. I want to be in his arms and click my heels together and we are somewhere else. Not Kansas, but maybe Hawaii or Italy. Instead we are stuck here in Hell on Earth. In the movie, there would be a nice ending that wraps up all the details and everyone would applaud at the grandeur of our love. That isn't even an option for either one of us. It hurts. Love stinks. yeah yeah.