An affection that is as futile as rewinding time.
An affection that would...change things.
Make things awkward.
It's the worst (and best) feeling possible, to love someone so hopelessly.
Frustrating, yet wonderful.
When you contemplate that person, your heart beats, and breath shortens.
Your lips curl into a smile, and you imagine a feeling of warmth coursing through your blood.
Your eyes close, and give your mind fantastic scenarios of obtaining the impossible.
Your tongue begins to move, as if there was a counterpart to caress.
Your back arches and your toes curl, as you conjure the motions your body wants to take.
You wrap your arms around yourself, as if there were someone else there to join you.
You lose yourself in a false romance, and sink backwards...slowly, towards reality.
Then, you let out an exasperated sigh, and a huff of frustration, burying your face in a pillow.