Okay.  Okay, fine.  Stop yelling.  I'll try harder.  I haven't tried hard enough.  That's it.  I'll just try harder.  So he doesn't talk.  So deal with it.  I'll deal with it.  It's my fault, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry that him not talking bugs me so much.  I'll try harder, I promise.  I won't let it bug me.  I don't know how I'll do it, but yes.  I'll try.

Ever since I was a kid I dreamed that yes, one day my prince would come.  You're a kid, you're a girl, you watch the Disney movies, this is what you dream about.  And I fantasized about my prince all the time, what he would look like, how charming he would be.  You know what the difference is between fantasy and dreams?  Fantasies don't come true.  Fantasies are what you think about when your dreams don't come true.  A consolation prize.  "Well no, you actually didn't get the man of your dreams, but here's a fantasy where you did get him.  Suck on that for awhile."

But my fantasies all came true, and it all sucks.  He's here.  He's here, your real-life fantasy is here.  And he doesn't talk. 

Is that enough to sink it?  Did I try hard enough to save it?  No, I didn't.  I can always try harder.  Love isn't a lie, I have to believe that much.  If I feel like it's a lie now, it's only because I haven't tried to reach the truth hard enough.  Love takes work, so I will work.  I will try.  I will not be frozen in time like these Melancholy Mammoths.

I don't want fantasies anymore.  I don't want dreams.   I want reality back.  Fantasies are no basis for reality.