And in my fantasy, I walk along soft grasses, sunset overhead. I see you standing far beyond me. Your dress is long and white and waving in the wind. Your hair is thick and dark brown and too bends in the breeze. The details of your face, your body, your smile. All grow clearer as I grow closer. My hands ache to touch you, my lips tremble to kiss you. All fantasies make me shake as they long for gratification. 

What is on your mind as I near you? How will you feel when I finally make my arrival? What secret do your waving dress, your bending hair hold? Do they reveal your feelings towards me? Though you are no stranger to me, why does my body fill with the flames of anxiety, as though a newness overtakes my soul every time I gaze upon you? 

Dear Amalla, what shape have I impressed upon your heart, if I have at all?   

~Sammicakes