I had a dream about you. You were writing a book, and I was reading a book. The problem was, it was the same book. So while you were trying to write, I sat next to you yelling at you to write faster because I am a speed reader. Seriously, can you only type 1,000 words per minute? You slowed down my reading so much you made me feel like I had a second-grade reading level. Also, you really should learn how to use a comma. Oh, and one more thing. It’s not a love story if there’s only one character in the book. Not unless I am that character.