My last thoughts before falling asleep are about you. When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think about. And in between, I dream of you.
When we are together – which happens far too seldom – I wish time would stand still and we could indulge in the moment forever. I cherish every minute I spend with you and I soak up your beauty, your taste, your smell, knowing that after each of our encounters I will have to survive days – sometimes weeks – without seeing you again.
How am I supposed to stop thinking of you, when I know that you live and work not far from me? In the same town, just a few minutes away. I could walk by and observe you through the glass panes that separate us. But you might not notice me and I would stand there like a silly, hapless admirer. And my desire to hold you in my arms again would just grow, its unfulfillment tormenting me.
But then, on the other hand, it would hardly make any difference, for I am craving you like crazy all the time anyway.
I am talking, of course, about chocolate cake.