She sits and she thinks. She thinks about him. His wild hair; his gorgeous, dark eyes; his soft, caring smile. All of him. She stops and realizes that she loves him. Why? Why does she have to love him? She knows he loves her, but something feels wrong. Something is out of place. When they are together, it feels like she is in a state of bliss, of joy and peace. When they are apart, she can only think of him. She only speaks of him, dreams of him. She cannot get him off of her mind. Then there are the rumors. The ones about him. She hates them. They break her heart. They make her sad. Of course, he somehow makes it all go away.