Choose a title yourself,beholder.

I say, "I love you." I mean it.

She reciprocates, "I love you too." She doesn't really mean it,doesn't care.

I am just another guy from her list of a 43. She is talking to me; while admiring herself in a full length mirror,thinking to herself, I must be good, after all, I get so many proposals.

She resumes talking to me,"I am foolish to love her", she comments.(We should give her points for honesty.)Deep down she knows I am different that I wont stop until I have her, she doesn't acknowledge such passing thoughts.

She talks to me, time fleeting away, not getting enough of herself, although admitting I have some nerve to hold on....

As every conversation melts away into lingering memories, I think to myself how wonderfully gifted she is, how nicely she amuses herself, with forlorn guys desperate for love. She plays with me, complements me makes me feel like a man, she says all those things she would to her true love, sweeps me off my feet, makes me unsure of myself at the same time making me confident enough to pour my guts out to say those magic words.
I say if this is what love is; even if it is a distant fantasy; an unreal dream; I have never been happier, what is happiness but a feeling of being proud of what you are, being true to ones nature, and being who you've always wanted to be.

She says she has never dated,she says she never will, I say she will; one day she will, one day she'll realise that we have have something more than teenage crush,till then I want to be played with, I want to know I CAN. It may take years, it may take seconds, it may never be.

There is no definition of being in love, it may be a look, a touch, an online conversation or a simple gesture, a feeling like no other, this is love.

One day she'll really mean those three words, till then I have never been happier to get her attention although divided, but realistic.