And just when I wanted to stop, you come back again and seize me in my dreams. I had imagined you to be the perfect, effervescent type. I have always thought of you that way even in reality when I see you. I always thought you were such a good person, but it’s the vices that literally kill you. If it weren’t for your one mistake, I would have tortured myself helplessly, suffering in the midst of liking you and never getting anything back.
But since finding out about it, you are only perfect in my dreams. I slept as you held me dearly, not that I imagined you to be so gentlemanly with me, but well I’ve always expected you to be so.
Now what are you waiting for?