Then there's the other guy. I shouldn't be thinking about him at all, I did turn him down... but it comes back to something he said... the more I think about it, the more I want to call him and ask if perhaps we could give it a go. That would be bad.
Fantasy is safe, it's only inside my head so it can never happen in real life, which means I can build castles, ruin them and place a heritage order on them all within minutes. However, when those in my real life decide to star and tease me with what could've been or what could be... that is torture.
I want to go back to fantasising about meeting that special guy, the one I haven't met yet and I can't picture his face clearly. That was always safe.
Lead me not into temptation, Mind. I don't know how many more imaginary kisses I can take.