Maybe I really had been too naive to believe that in the near future, we would be sitting on the porch watching our grandchildren rushing through the garden.

You would probably laugh at these words of mine and say that I'm trapped in a romantic dream, which will never come true. And I know full well that my daydreams are just an illusion, because you never really loved me to make it all real.

Because every time I said "I love you", you would answer "Me too."