There he is again, in that misty dreamscape. You can just see his form; his shoulders supporting his arms and his overcoat, all the way down to his strong hands. You may have known him for years. You may have thought to yourself, “there’s no way I would go for him.” Then all of a sudden, it seems, things change. There is this draw, this longing, just to see him, or hear his voice. You can’t wait to