What's the harm in dreaming.

I have only heard him speak for ten minutes. The conversation wasn't long or detailed, I didn't stare into his eyes, in fear he wouldn't like what he saw. So I lowered them, laughed when necessary and let the others do the talking for again, I was afraid he'd hear something he didn't like. You can't help but be cautious when around someone like him. The words, too good to be right, spring to mind and when I think back, it was truth.
I had no chance.
I still don't.
The stupidity is that I still think about what if she had never came into the picture and he had never stopped talking to me. He had not written about her all the time, or in the end, gotten hurt by her. I still don't think I would have stood a chance, but what's the harm in dreaming. I'll continue to remember that single, brief encounter so many months ago, when my heart beat uncontrollably, the whole lot. He made me nervous. Erratic. He even does it now, when we haven't seen each other in so long. Why do I carry on thinking about him? I have nothing else. I did once and it ended in such a short space of time with someone so wrong. The truth now is that nothing's happened since and although I can't see anything developing, he's utterly and irrevocably perfect. For me.
I want to get to know him, find out his traits, his personality, his perfect day, his dreams, his future. What does he look for in life. I don't even ask for a miracle, I ask for a person to make everything right again.