I am infatuated with her.
It is an utterly futile, forlorn, hopeless, foolish, insane, fruitless, delusional, mindless, childish, senseless, vain and completely pointless infatuation.
I should shake my head, shrug my shoulders, button my coat and act like the grown up that I am.
And yet, wanting no more from her than she would ever be prepared to give, I am strangely content.
I am happy knowing she exists beneath the same sky.