i fell in love with the thought of her straight away. a whole world was opened up, a whole new storyline was crafted. all because of that late evening daze.
now, i like to listen to recordings of your voice late at night. curtains open, no lights on. staring at the faint village lights from within my castle on the hill.
i fell in love with the fantasy of him that i created in my head. my imagined future together could all but make me drunk with a desire for a reality which matched my rosy illusion.
now the click of the vinyl seems harsh when the record ends.