Enchanted

I have to get her out of my head. She needs out; she's unattainable.

I don't know if it's modesty, reality, or both. Love might be blind, but like is a pheromone induced hallucination.

I think if I was more experienced, less shy, more over less self defeating I'd have a chance, but even circumstance is an impervious engineer.

So out with you; my head has no more room for more daydreams. I've had too many daydreams to find any real affection.

Only...sigh. How do you drown a feeling? Especially one so close to your heart. Such a triumphant feeling, the kind that chides you when you're angry, whispers in your ear when you're feeling low. How do you say no to the charitable spirit that haunts you?

You wait every night for the next best thing to knock on your door. But maybe she knocked on the wrong one. And even though you never told her you were waiting for her, she leaves the room but never your head.

-Dan