Every night, nimbly, before she went to bed, shed stare at his picture. She kisses his thick, long lips, gazes into his deep child like eyes, caresses his graciously flowing hair, and prays to god that he will be doing the same. This picture was not worth a vast thousand words, it simply said "I love you", that was more than enough for her enormously pumping heart. Discreetly, the picture of him reflected back outward and her heart would swiftly melt away. He was more then wonderfully charming. He was sweetly more beautiful then any other being shed ever known. His eyes burned with passion. Familiarly, it was a warmth in which shed only know at this hour. She looked across the fluffy, feathery pillow and saw his smiling face moving towards her own. Fascinated, she closed her eyes and begun to shake, for, although, this had happened every night since she knew she was in love, she was incredibly nervous to have him the way shed imagined. His lips pressed playfully against hers and ever so deliciously hed kiss her. It was like two pieces of licorice had spun together. Each evening, after the first meeting, it was as if, every problem, every disturbance, grievance, and terrible thing that had occurred in her life, drifted away into the night like a passing shooting star. He slowly pulled away, but only to ponder every last detail of her face. It was as if he was checking to see if hed known her the way he did the time before. Meticulously, he never miscounted a wrinkle or stand of peach fuzz on her face. While leisurely caressing her rosy cheek, with the side of his thumb, hed whisper softly "You are the most beautiful person in the world," excitedly and quite laughably hed attempt to correct himself "forget the world, the universe, you are more graceful then a swan, and prettier then any piece of art in France, you are mine. My lovely, ..." And without another word, tears began to fill her eyes, as if everything shed wished for was right there in his arms, across the pillow, waiting. As each tear rolled down her face, hed catch it with his lips. It was as though he couldnt let those tears of pain fall, they way he would not let her fall. She was safe. He kissed her again, but this time it wasnt with the same melody of flirtatiousness. Instead, this time he took her, without pain, in his strong arms, and fragilely kissed her with passion. A passion that satisfied an innumerable amount fantasies. It was a passion shed never known before, but knew, instantaneously, that the moment she set eyes on him, he would be the one to fulfill this dream of hers. This time, her heart truly did collapse, it ached with pain, because while she was with him, she knew it was illusive. Love didnt exist. At least, other than in this make believe world of hers, it did not. Shed wake up from the dream she had had night after night. Shed see him in school, and pretend that love was nonexistent, but never ceased to mull graciously over his words. She adored the wit that proceeded from his mouth. She pretended, in day dreams, that theyd hold hands while walking through the hallways, and that hed sweetly kiss her before each class, but only after he declared to her that he loved her more today then the day before. It wasnt real. This illusion wasnt what her life had been like. Shed only wish that it could be. And soon, her love, became indeterminable. It was no longer a crystal clear line of whether she really was in love with him from an insurmountable distance or if she just wanted someone, anyone, to hold her they way shed mused over. Shed stare again at the photo, hoping that the image could become reality. Maybe, this time, it was true. It was possible that this was her one true soul mate, for in her dreams their souls did touch. If she could share that with him in delusions, then she might have the capability of giving that to him in reality. Her stare was filled with longing and desire. But,as always, he was hers when no one was looking.