In love with an idea

I'm in love with an idea. This idea taunts me from afar with its culmination and perfect fit. It's the idea that isn't, but could be if I had the guts for it to be and the patience to realize it. Or could it? It's an idea I've chiseled out with this iron fist to the beat of this pulsing heart-thumping. Somehow the audible proactivity is now muffled under the heavy mantle of self-consciousness and pragmatism. Perhaps the idea isn't enough anymore. Perhaps I should be in love with the idea that my idea will be realized in the future. Perhaps I already am.