Call it maladaptive daydreaming, I call it the brain of an author.

I am newly single and moved back to my home town. My grandma has been watching hallmark movies nonstop and now my stupid over imaginative brain is coming up with fake stories where someone (not even anyone i know. A fake someone) comes up and says "I should have told you I loved you before you left" with a kiss. Or "ive wanted to do this since you first walked in the room" kiss.

Anyway big grand gestures that never happen and certainly would never happen to a plain Jane like me (thats not self depreciating im learning to see myself as pretty but I am more a homely "your favorite aunt" type of pretty. Not the girl that turns heads kind of pretty)

Anyway its annoying the hell out of me because now I'm starting to feel a little emotionally disappointed that it's not happening, even though I don't even want something like that to happen but my heart gets swept up in it the same as when you read a romance blooming in a book.

Its so stupid! I never even picture a real person saying this its all a "what if"