i know nothing of your existence.
not a name, a face or a voice to begin with.
i know not of the truth in your words,
if you were even half the man you portray to be.
for all i have is you living in my fantasy.
imagination it is, imagine i shall.
till we meet, if such ever will be,
continue you shall remain, my fantasy.
my guilty pleasure, apocalypse.
"To you I shall say, as I often said before,
Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last."
-Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice