I fell in love with the idea of you. You know, that unrealistic belief that the moon is made of cheese, that I can walk above the water, that people who fall in love live "happily ever after". Oh you know, that meeting you was fate, destiny, chance-and God I want another- and not simply coincidence mocking and plucking my heartstrings. But I was terrified of the hypothesis I formed of you, of testing the conjecture and getting appalling and contradicting results. Thus, to protect the fictional character of my book, I clenched my teeth and walked right past you.
Is it strange to miss someone I barely got to know? Give me another chance! haha...