In love with a ghost

I've spent so much time thinking about her that I can't even tell what I've made up in my mind and what's real about her anymore. The images have sort of blended together into a person that doesn't even exist.

I imagine what her personal life is like, what she likes and dislikes, who she loves, her past and her future. I've even made up her opinion of me. I didn't do this on purpose, it happened at first because I thought she was interesting, and curiosity turned into interest, and interest turned into love.

— In truth I know close to nothing about her, and I've fallen in love with a ghost.