Maybe it's the long dark hair (which I have always liked) or those eyes that seem to bounce of the screen like they were really looking back, but I have fallen in love. It's not real love of course, but mearly blind intrigue. I found myself reading every square inch of the journals and staring stupidly at those perfect pictures. And she is an intellectual giant, at least compared to me. I think I may never leave her page. Forget food, forget air, I think I'm content.