Some people get all dreamy-eyed and misty over shit like this and call it romantic:
[from today's postsecret.com]
- I call it clinging to an illusion you've created that bears no relationship to reality and most likely helped trash both your marriages.
- I call it obnoxious fantasizing about someone you never knew but imagine you did. Which is creepy.
- I call it puling and pining for the perfect woman/man/relationship that makes the everyday joys and difficulties of really working together with someone the boat you missed.
- I call it the concocted fantasy of the disconnected and sucking at the teat of regret that keeps you from growing up.
- I call it pathetic.