The most messed up thing about infatuation, lust, and love is you're unable to spot the difference until you're sitting alone to think about it. And to sit alone and think about it, you're 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. And what could never happen, is falling in love with your stepfather.