The academic does not long for anyone: he is quite at home taking pleasure in things that are not there.
He truly has an addiction to abstractions, to the not-here—at times to the nowhere—and thus you stand right before him as he closes his eyes to dream of you.
Yet there is a salient difference between academia and romance, though you are to both something which you are not: the romantic loves you via his imaginings; the scholar loves his imaginings via you.
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