A Relationship.

We got together in my mind,
like so many of us do.
The whole thing happened already,
a product of recurring, idle thoughts.
I endowed you with unrealistic qualities,
or at least it seems that way
after tonight, in reality, at the bar.
But things went well in my mind.
It even ended well,
mutually coming to the conclusion that it had run its course.
We continued as best of friends,
each of our lives a perpetually open book for the other.
A dead giveaway it was all a fantasy.