In an ideal world where you and I dance and twirl where we let our mutual love dig deep and burrow

and let it manifest and grow strong so it will never undermine and wither away, but that is only in my imagination.

It is not an exaggeration to say I can only have you in my imagination.

My fixation with you is a growing endeavor and a growing pain which seems to last forever, your interest in me is as silent as the night and your hatred you have for me burns brighter then the sun.