Is it insane that i go to sleep every night on my side,
    Pretending I can feel a body form           behind me,
    Pretending I can feel your arms
Imagining that they lie innocently around me as your fingers find their     home against my skin.
Is it insane that I watch the stars at night,
In hopes that you might have found a fascination in something that shines in the darkness.
In hopes that you might see me the same way.  
Is it insane that I am already in love with the thought of you.
Is it insane.