short story or whatever this is // playing with two worlds

we all start as a strangers.

and then you are not a stranger anymore.
and you are not a lover.

you are a fantasy.

the bits of you that i know.
i know nothing.
yet. i imagine so much.

how you would come to me.
how it would feel to touch you.
how your lips would feel.
how your body would move.

how you imagine too.

ah. and then the reality.

the more i know. the worse you are.

the not knowing is better.

the switch from the knowing and not knowing.
the temptation.
and then again.
do i want to know?

fantasy is exciting.
picking clues.
waiting for the moment. or for the moments.
discussing and putting everything together.

it is fun.
it is a rush of adrenaline.

and as much as i am tempted.
i would almost rather stay here and forever wait.

playing with two worlds.