An answer for a Real Life Question...

How can a woman in her right mind be in love with a fictitious character?

To answer that question you would have to understand just what kind of mind she has...

Love is just as much of the mind as it is of the heart or the body or the soul. So the idea of someone loving another in their mind can not be so odd. The body becomes meaningless after death so does that mean that the love is gone? If a man is not made of flesh, nor blood, is he totally unreal? For if that is the case, then every man, woman and child who has died, has never existed.

In fact, it is the spirit of the person we seek to love. And the spirit is elusive at best is it mind, soul, feeling or all that combined? Who is to make themselves judge on the fabric of reality when hardly any of us are even aware there is such a thing.

As long as reality is kept aware to the mind, there is no reason why one can not enjoy the imagination that we have been given the imaginings that one is more than she seems, the visions of brighter tomorrows and the unwavering love a great man.

No one is impervious to the ravages of time or the shock of betrayal so when you find yourself understanding that one day, you too, must fall, the love of a hero can be your basis of hope to know that a part of your mind, the part that is your greatest love, will never leave you... never betray you and never cast you aside.

One day, I may be a very old woman and my children will forget me in a home with white walls and busy nurses. My husband will be long gone but for some reason, I will hang on. And while all the world continues on its way, I, the tiny, frail woman sitting in her wheelchair, stupefied as she stares out the window will be dancing in the moonlight in the warm, windy night, wrapped in the arms of the man that had never left her side. She will be young again and, in his heart, never fade.

In this world of uncertainty and hardship, his is the only love I will ever be guaranteed.