"He doesn't even know I exist," she sighs.
"I know that means that I don't love him, that it's really the idea and the mystery he carries, but I think that maybe someday I could eventually fall in love."
"It's not love, it's infatuation, and I know that, but I can't help but dream at least a little. It's human nature."
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