Um. I don't know how to start this cause I'm like... your number one fan. Literally. I know pretty much everything about you. Every single one of your experiences. Well, that sounds really creepy, I promise it's not. I just feel like you're my best friend, but you don't even know me. See, you have unintentionally told me all of your secrets. I have witnessed all of your worst and lowest moments. Those decisions you hate the most? Guess what? I know about those. All of those highs, all of those lows. I know about every single one of them. So maybe I don't blame you for not being my friend. I would probably be pretty creepy to be around. I would be constantly asking questions, persistently guessing your inner feelings. But I still wish I could meet you for even one moment. But you're not real... So instead I meet you in my brain, coming up with fake encounters. Please don't think I'm creepy. And also, I would be forever indebted if you sent me a signed book sometime... Ohhh wait.... I forgot again. You're not real. Sorry for pointing that out again. I just love you so much. (Not in a weird way).