The spools of film begin to turn and I ask these questions as I see the fleeting images on the screen of my over active imagination
Why is it that when I haven't ever kissed anyone its not ever hard to imagine your lips on mine ?
Why, when I've never held someones hand its yours that I find threading your fingers through my mind?
Why are you the only thing in my mind when I think of something fun to do ?
When I can so vividly see you wrapping your arms around me from behind and your head resting in the crook of my neck?
When late night drives end in stargazing wrapped in blankets?
When I didn't feel like talking how I can imagine a silence filled with little gestures and caresses that could make me never want to leave ?
How I can easily step back into conversation with a terrible cheesy line but you would laugh anyway and make my grin just that much brighter ?
However, these things all vanish in an instant when the cold swift blow of reality hits me
I realize life wont ever play out like the movie I constantly picture in my head but its its nice to have a private viewing now and again.
The film has to run out at some point but there is nothing stopping the next reel of film from being produced....
