I even lost myself in fantasies of love, although of course I never really loved him. I loved the idea of him. His power, his twisted anger, his dark beauty. There was nobody quite like him. He was as tame as anything in the wild. He was everything to me, yet nothing at all. I had him even though he wasn't even close to being mine. I wanted everything from him, but I didn't expect a thing. I treasured every memory of him, but held on to nothing. I let him in while keeping him at a safe distance. Just one moment spent with him made up for every moment we weren't together. And time itself was incapable of being wasted on him; because when with him, time just didn't exist.
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