she in love with the thought of him. the stranger she had passed by on a sidewalk. he has this face she can not dismiss from her memories. she thinks of a thousand imaginary conversations with him, what she would say, and what he would reply. she imagines restaurants in paris, fields in netherlands, rivers in italy, she goes to all those places with him, in her imagination. she dreams of fucking him, she likes it on top, but inside her head he sometimes ask her to be done from the back. her mind creates images of them holding hands, getting married, having children, and dying together in their bed.

she met him for the second time, this time she was behind him in line on the train station. she was about to ask how did he like the french toast she made him this morning inside her thoughts, when she was jerked by the realization that the truth is, she doesn't know him at all. he bought his ticket and smiled politely at her when he passed her by. she thought she could deduce a hundred things from his brief smile but most of the time she forgets that what she thought of him was only fragments of fiction.

okay this was inspired by a song and a muse. thank you.