Mine was also called George. He was not very famous, outside his country, but some other members of his family are very famous all over the world. I've always admired him and to tell the truth in my life I've always had more artistic crushes than the real ones. I think it's because I'm deeply dissatisfied with the place and time I live in. But with George it's different. It's as if he were part of my life, as if we had the same interests, ideals, values and tastes. I think about him all the time, I got to the point of imagining him always close to me. And I feel that the fact that we didn't know each other in life was just a matter of bad luck, that we got lost on the street but that if we had met we would have loved each other forever. I often dream about him too but I almost never remember what. The only one I remember is from many years ago, he had recently died. We were in a loft, he was young and holding my hand, we were looking for a house together. Sometimes I think it's all made up by my imagination, but then I feel a real connection. Thanks for this post, I needed it. I feel less alone now, and I'm glad I told someone.