I always think of you

I always think of you, even in a dream. No, not kidding, seriously. You're my all-consuming muse, tremulous embodiment of the male fantasy, amazing, unimaginable flover of young love. That's one reason why I write about it. Nobody can't order me to stop dreaming in expectation of your shy echo. Sometimes, I just think I'm this voice that you tune out. I like having you around, in close proximity, when you can read my mind, you seem like a nice enough baby. Isn't it only natural I'd want a relationship with you? Don't be scared of me, I won't eat you, deep down I'm a gentle and sensual vegan, I swear to my Chinese God!.. Last night, when I spent perusing your early poetry, I remembered how easy it was for me to fall in love with you... my literary heroine. I often see that you also cannot sleep. One needn't be the psychologist or mentalist to understand that something is bothering you. It seems, you've got a broken heart. I wish I could have console you, but where do I find the words to convey my current feelings?.. We're only strings of numbers in here, invisible chains, microscopic a specks of dust in a expanding crazy universe. Not more, no less... On top of all that, you're uncharacteristically silent and cold, sometimes - just like a ivy-clad grave... In a previous life I must've wronged you badly and now I'm repaying the debt. It doesn't matter anyway: I'll always be a part of you. The question is, can you someday forgive me?..