Irony

There is such a vast difference between the world of truth, reality, normal human behaviour (apparently) and that wonderful, inaccurate world of dreams.
One hopes for so many childish little things.
A Princess trapped in a castle by a massive, protective dragon.
A Prince-charming in love with the beauty, wanting only to rescue her from any ill fate.

Although this may be unrealistic in today's world,
I honestly believe that for the most part, girls want to be rescued.
A great misfortune for men, I can imagine such responsibility to be a great burden.

It's the persistent need for love, hope, decency, stability.
It never goes away.
In moments of doubt, it only insists to be noticed more frequently.
I suffer from great moments of doubt.

The expectations one has for men are so incredibly great.
Possibly unfair, which is naturally irrelevant.
One slight mistake can count for so much.
Especially with some unforgiving women.
Those with their ideas, principles, and opinions set in stone.

A great loss for both, the great men and great women, of the world.