The most messed up thing about infatuation, lust, and love; is that you're unable to spot the difference until you're left alone to sit and think about it. And to sit alone and think about it, you are left alone with the thoughts of what could be, what could have been, or what could never happen. Thinking of what could be; is living out the fantasy that anyone could ever dream of. What could have been; is to restore a relationship between a busy daughter and a broken mother. Rather than destroy it beyond repair. And what could never happen; is falling in love with your stepfather.