Well, what do you want me to say? I love him more than I could've ever imagined, and yet he's not real. No not in the slightest. I like to imagine we're lovers who are separated by the very universe itself. Sometimes I imagine we're both in different universes, forever doomed to be apart until death. His eyes enchanted me as I imagine their stunning color in my head. But everytime his eye color never changes, a shimmering amber color that sets my cheeks aflame if they even dared to gaze my way. His sharp canine teeth, that I lustfully imagine grazing my neck and biting down just enough to leave a long lasting mark. His body, which  towers over me by a long shot, for I am merely 5'8, and he himself being 6'8. His frame, well built and strong. Which is why I can't stand seeing him shirtless, my cheeks would simply catch on fire at the thought of touching his perfect body. Yes, I am obsessed. Obsessed with someone who isn't in my reality. In love with someone made from pure fiction, tethered and designed for my liking. Yes, in love with someone I made up in my head. But the way I envision him in my head makes him seem so real. He's so far, yet so close at the same time. Only in death shall out paths finally meet and we will live the rest of out happy lives in the afterlife. And for that day in which I die and see him in person, I am waiting patiently. Not scared, not frightened. But expecting and humbled. Even if he is not real, I will wait for the day where I could possibly meet him someday. Some could argue that I can't wait an eternity for someone who doesn't exist. But I can pretend. I can wait for as long as it takes until my wish for him to lay in my arms has come true.  But others say it's stupid for me to wait for someone who may never come. they want me to change my answer, change my mind. They want me to change the way I feel about the matter. And to that I ask, well, what do you want me to say?