For days I daydreamed of you... in between the bustling day-bright hours and in between the quiet night-moments and in between the pristine sheets.

I am in great peril from this relentless, growing desire- the urge calls ever more strongly upon me and there seems little I can do to avert it. And I am in constant danger of mistaking some hapless stranger for you- so much do I wish to meet you.

If you are not coming to join me, will you not stay out of my thoughts and leave me in peace?

Tonight my thoughts came dangerously close to rash and irrational behaviour. I am reading too much into things, surely. It is all in my imagination. Surely.

I wonder if you were waiting for me at all, and I feel like a fool for wanting to see more of you.