Love. It’s a horrifyingly beautiful thing, so I never thought about it, until I read her name. She was made of words, but that didn’t seem to stop the ever growing love blooming inside my system. Running deeper and deeper into my skin. As her imaginary presence flew throughout my brain. The description of her, brought to life as a creation of my imagination, brought her to me. Her aura making me feel as if she were in the room, holding my hand, telling me how much she loved me. But even though I knew how much I loved her back. I couldn’t say so, because I only knew her as someone who couldn’t be mine.