I fantasize about you, about us. Especially after you sent me that inbox message that was just too long to ignore.
I fantasize about all the things that I could mean to you. Especially when you wrote that you thought about what happened between us much more often than I could have ever hoped for.
I fantasize about what you will say to me if we meet again. Especially because you described me as ‘by far one of the smartest and most interesting girls’ you’ve met.