just my imagination

Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy"
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
Out of all the fellas in the world, she belongs to you.

But it was just my imagination running away with me
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Her love is heavenly when her arms enfold me
I hear her tender rhapsody. But in reality, she doesn't even know me.
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I never met her, but I can't forget her
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An abbreviated version of the old but great lyric. This is about Unrequited Love. ULiac for you guys. ULiaverybigc. I thought I'd try doing a bit of UL(iac) recently, and it was fun - yeah right, followed by endless pain (which, so I told myself, was fun too) and then horrible deep boring need and failure reaching infinity asymptotically.

And now it's hapenning again with someone else. There are so many warning signs. I should resign this game. 0-1. I am so close to humiliating myself all over again. "If you prick us, do we not bleed?" I should give up talking to her for hours every day, should not lull myself into fantasies with even the briefest of positive (out)comes, should not carry on agreeing with her that we are in control of our emotions. That failure to agree would be followed by an ohsofuckingsensible cooling-off period, untangling of plans to meet. Like I can do that when I sniff even the vaguest hint of love/cunt?

Give me strength!