It would be nice...

...if the only reason that our conversation was about your work and nothing else, is because you are trying to impress me.
...if the only reason that you always turn up, is because of me.
...if the only reason that you want to meet me again, is because you want to see me.
...if this daydream continues, and pretends itself to be like reality...
It would be so nice...

But reality bites... and the daydream awakens.
It is not me. And it is not you.