Dear Liam,

In my day dream he would say, let's go out for a cigarette...I rarely smoked, but for him it didn't matter.
We would talk and he would tell me all his problems. We'd become even closer, he's flirt with me...we'd share our first kiss and it would lead to more. He would make love to me with a hunger that was beyond comprehension.

In my dream...

Well I'd settle for just a cigarette & chat.
There he goes, not bothering to invite me as previously suggested.

Why bother with men? They seem to be the vain of my existence.

Why does he bore into my eyes everytime I'm near him?