I'm in love with the idea of you, how I think you are. I already know how I want you to be. I know you. I've spend thousands of days with you in my sweetest dreams. I wanted to believe that you was everything I wanted, that you would make me complete. But that wasn't true. I'm not in love with love you, I'm in love with the idea of you. The idea of your arms wrapped around me. The idea of you smiling and saying my name. But I will never be in love with you. Cause I'm not in love, I'm out. I'm on the outside looking through the door fantasising how it would be on the inside. Painting up my expectations. But once I stepped inside I realized something. I didn't want to be inside, I wanted the idea of being inside. And I want the idea of you.

Can you give me that?