Gwen has always been alone. Well that's not entirely true. All of her life, she's been surrounded by people she call her friends but they never treated her like one. She's always surrounded with unfamilliar laughters, estranged parties and indifferent red cups. And she has no choice but to fit in. Until she can't take it anymore, so she got herself a fictional boyfriend. She called him Henry and wrote to him every single day. From rants to confessions, you name it, Henry became her diary. As weird as it gets, Henry became her escapade from her sad reality. Henry became her friend. Then one day on a usual friday afternoon, on the Halls of Williamson University, a tall ridiculously hot guy with hazel eyes in black jeans walked up to her, saying he was Henry. Could it be? Be careful what you wish for cause you might just get it.