Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone

historical image unavailable And the difference between what I imagine him doing in there and what he's actually doing in there is the difference between a fairy tale and a true story. Because he's not that guy. And I? I am that girl. But he'll never know. Because only that guy meets that girl. They may both exist, but they may never be revealed to each other. Where is that guy? Probably the same place as that girl. In my head.