In fiction, whenever she sees him, there are butterflies flying in her stomach.
In fiction, her heart starts beating fast even she just saw a glimpse of his shadow.
In fiction, when she loves him, he'll eventually love her back.
In fiction, even she's not the prettiest... the guy she loves won't care, for she is the most beautiful for him.
In fiction, love is perfect.
Yet in reality, there are no butterflies flying... they exist in your imagination.
In reality, your heart is just beating to pump blood and not because you saw him.
In reality, you love him but he doesn't.
In reality, sometimes, you have to be beautiful to be loved.
And in reality, love may not be perfect but it's real.