Imagination

I know that sounds unbelievable, but that is how I’ve already began to think of it: how I wish he was waiting for me, how I wish he would be alone, nobody  around, no noises for my attention.

The presence of other people wouldn’t have disturbed me too much, but I just wish I had an opportunity to know him. Ok, that will never happen to me; but I allow my imagination run away with me and let my mind surrounded to fantasies. I’ll keep myself aware of life’s things, of reality, ok, and I’ll work on things to be done and finished, but occasionally in front of the windows and the doors where’ve met him- and I know it sounds unbelievable and sweet- I’ll let imagination come with its cozy fantasies and I shall not close the shutters of my alert eyes, so I can tie myself to reality,  but I let myself dream of sweet and unbelievable tales. I’ll evoke my best capacity to imagination with strength and I will not make my head raise from my duties- I only make of my joyful thoughts a warm feeling.