…I fell in love. I fell in love with the idea of you. The person I created in my mind. Beautiful stranger. I was always quick to fall for someone imaginary. The ideal image I kept creating for people throughout my life. I fell into that loop of falling for my own creations grounded on the edge of reality. And every time I would meet someone I would tell myself that it was different. Somewhere in my convoluted crazy mind it was different. When in reality it kept happening almost following the exact same script. But then again there was something different about you. You were different, and no I’m not repeating that in an attempt to make myself believe it, you were different.