please...

How can I be such an idiot? If only I knew I´m not feeling you. That this is all my imagination.
I know, the only way to find out is to ask but I´m not allowed to ask.
This is the only place where I can share what I would tell you if I was allowed;
I miss you so much, I can feel it physically heavy on my heart.
I miss your presence
I love the sound of your voice
I love your humour and your smile, your charme
I love the shape of your body
your hands, your shoulders, your chest...
I love your intensity and passion, your energy
even your agression
I love the way you care
I love your heart, your soul, your spirit
I love the way you are touching me - in that dimension where everything is allowed; fantasy.