You have no idea

You have no idea.
How I still dreaming about every detail I got from that brief time we spent together.
How I wish I have used more of my emotional impulses and less of my logic and controlled behavior while I was with you.
How I would prefer being sincere with you, despite of any circumstances.
How I hate when you disappear.
How I decide to never think about you again when it happens.
And how I use the logic to convince myself that I’m wrong about this feeling.
You have no idea.
How I re-start feeling this again when you appear.
How I spend time reading and reading again every single word from you.
How I seek for any evidence, any double-meaning sentence hiding something you would say if we were not playing this stupid game.
And how I wish I knew exactly what is this feeling about.
You have no idea.
How things would be so intense, at least for a moment.
How I could manage everything to make it work despite of the distance.
Besides the differences and your hidden interest.
You have no idea.
How I’m sure that our skin would fit perfectly together.
How I would like to stop this game and say all these thoughts to you.
And risk all the remote possibilities to finally give you the idea about everything I have imagining since that day.
You have no idea. No idea.