I look at you.
You smile.
I feel my heart pounding. I feel my blood flowing in my
body, wakening me. I feel a new feeling. I'm in love in
love, in love with you.
I want to speak. The words are in my mouth, but sealed away
from the world. The thoughts are speaking for themselves.
But I can't say them. I can't.
I feel your hand on me. I feel the world smiling at me, feel
angels dancing around me, playing their sweet music, trying
to relax me. But I can't be realxed. I can't be relaxed
while these words aren't said. I look away, breathing fast.
I'm imagining you with me. Imagination is the only place
where this can exist in my mind. I imagine this, even though
you're with me. I feel your hand on my face. I think about
your beauty. I marvel at your beauty. What would I do
without imagination, I think. What would I do?
I imagine saying these words, imagine you smiling, hugging
me, kissing me.

You walk away. I look at your hand leaving me, hear you
walking away. I finally say the words. I say the words to
myself, realizing it's too late. Imagination is the only
thing left for me. But even in my imagination I'm crying.