What was I saying? What was I doing? as IE went Cablooooooey?

Ever noticed how having a crush on someone resembles stalking someone?
I am not psycho. I dont call him. I dont email him. I dont do stalking actions. Its my mind, where we live. My affections feel so real. I know that they are not. They are fantasy and will probably remain that way forever. I dont draw his name over and over again. I imagine myself cuddled up to his chin, sleeping warmly during the black hole sun and cold winter air, drooling on his chest as we lay in perfect slumber. Lately, this has been my "happy thought". I walk around beautiful Austin. It is spring time. Fired dancing beautiful men are asking me out. CEO's smile at me. Women look twice. I glow with my happiness in a stressful, heavily populated Texas world. Shouldnt I be interested in the beauty before me? I will try. This seems the right thing to do. I cant live in my famtasies. I can live without you...