Realization;

She sighs and puts a hand on my back. "Are you really in love with him?"

"Of cour—"

She interrupts me. "Or are you in love with the idea of him

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask defensively, stepping back.

"You crave love, you want attention, you want someone to call you beautiful and make you feel special," she says.

"Well yeah," I reply, "who doesn't?"

"And he does that, but... what about everything else? Are you really in love with him or are you in love with the idea of someone thinking you're special?"