Every time....

Every time I'm walking by myself or I know I'm going to see you later I go into a deep train of thought, planning out how today is going to be the day that I tell you how I really feel about you... the way I've felt about you since the moment we met.  I plan out how I'm just going to be bold and straight forward and you'll magically feel the same way and forget all of the other women I know you're so much more interested in.

In my head the moment we see each other we run and just as we're about to embrace, I hold you firmly, and confess that the reason I act so cross around you is only because the thought of you being with anyone else frustrates me.  We then share our first kiss.

After that you magically stop teasing me, we forget that being together is completely against both of our standards, your other women part like the Red Sea and remain happy because of how cute we are together, my friends don't give me a hard time about what a player you are and how low my standards are, you suddenly become very open about things like emotions, you become the cute boyfriend someone in my group of friends always seems to have, we magically manage to stay in contact and madly in love after you go off to college and serve a mission, we continue dating after we meet up again when I'm graduated and you're an RM, you propose to me in most romantically possible way, we get married, and have lots of gorgeous babies.

Or, at least, that's the way it goes in my head...

But then I pass your house.  You're not out there, waiting for me, like you were in my plan.  In fact, your house isn't even there, because you are a hopeless figment of my imagination.  So I continue to look forward and walk... Perhaps even trying to convince myself that I'm not disappointed.