he walks by
He comes to me, almost every night, every day, passing by, visiting my dreams so fleetingly it seems like he haunts me. He is my picture perfect thing, my love denied. It's rare to find someone so wonderfully close to a dream that you would not dare touch him or linger because you're afraid he'll fly away.
It's pathetic really, when you can do all that you can and say all that you want to everyone else but him.
He's my untouchable *g*
It's pathetic really, when you can do all that you can and say all that you want to everyone else but him.
He's my untouchable *g*