What Even is Love?

My name is Anna. I'm 18 years old. Boring brown eyes, brown curly hair that's too hard to control, I'm short and fat too. That's what others tell me at least. I thought I found love once, but it was a lie. No one cares for me, or bothers to know who I am. I sit in my room reading books about fictional romances between people and werewolves. I wish I had that, but there's no such thing as werewolves...Right?