When someone like him takes over your life, you wish he was there everywhere.
Not just in your head, mind, and eyes.
But in your arms, grasp, and life.
He has become more than just a figment of myy imagination, he has become myy desire, want, dream, NEED.
Is it so masochistic of me to torture myself with thoughts that he mayy one dayy be in myy life?
To keep telling myself that there is such a thing of hope, and that love reallyy does conquer all.
I picture it everydayy, moment, minute, second that he just might appear to me with arms wide open.
That he mayy not come just to leave me with reminicenses, although I would take that anyy dayy if that was all I could have, but to come and stayy with me and fill the empty space of myy heart.
I just know that there is something more than just his character but Robert himself. :)
All I can sayy is, "You are myy life now," I wish you would make me yours.