Your imagination?
It was dead.

Your heart?
It was not yet born.

Of all the people who have ever crossed my life, you were the one, and the only one, I was unable in any way to influence in any direction.
I waited month after month to hear from you.

Even if I had not been waiting but had shut the doors against you, you should have remembered that no one can possibly shut the doors against love forever.

The unjust judge in the gospels rises up at length to give a just decision because justice comes daily knocking at his door: and at night time the friend, in whose heart there is no real friendship, yields at length to his friend "because of his importunity." There is no prison in any world into which love cannot force an entrance.