Yes, he is a dream. Fictional portrait of a living person. Totally fictional person in the shape of a someone that exists but is too far from reach. I can't reach him, so I dream. And I like of my dream. I just wish I didn't have to wake up, because I have nothing. I have nothing! I have only a shadow of a person and I have fallen for that shadow. The shadow I can shape into my liking. But he's not the shadow, he's something else, so I have nothing. Feeling quite poetical tonight.
*sigh* All this and I can't help but cherishing the dream.
*sigh* All this and I can't help but cherishing the dream.