Desire

Desire is such a strange thing. It overcomes me, blinds me so that I cannot focus on what is and I keep pondering over what could be. But it's true that it might never happen. But if it did, oh man, I think I'd be in bliss. I concoct fantasies of what life will be like although the chances are slim. Do you like me? I wish I could find out immediately but alas, today's not the day, tomorrow won't be either and then I must return to visit the parents on the blasted weekend. Oh, this torturous desire!