She was the girl who took refuge in books and movies. Taking in fictional worlds and connecting with written up creations. Then she met him. He was her kind of perfect as if he stepped out of a Creation of her own. A Creation of the perfect boyfriend...

She hoped he was real that is was not a facade. She cared for him ever so intensely in such a short period. Everyday something new made her fall more...the matter of the fact was...

She loved him. For as far as she knew what love was this was the closest thing to it.

Afraid to lose him was something she definitely struggled with...a enablity to hang out with him more was another struggle. Not to mention the fact was she wanted to be with him.

She forgot everyone faintly old crushes now mere moments of stupidity. Fictional character crushes could be compared but not measure up. He meant so much to her...then he could know.