"You like her, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you tell her?"

"I did. It was terrible."

"Are you going to give up?"

"No."

"So, are you going to go after her again?"

"No."

"I don't understand, you should move on dude."

"You would understand if you met her."

"Pardon?"

"She's wonderful, perfect, breathtaking, and absolutely stunning. There is no another girl who can replace." 

"Is she THAT special?"

"No."

"Now you're confusing me."

"She is just the same as every girl, made of 72.8% water and carries XX chromosomes. But she is different to me. SO much different."

"Dude, I think you need to stop thinking about her."

"I can't."

"You dived too deep, snapped out from the fantasy for Darwin's sake."

"It's not a fantasy. When I look at her I can see our future, a realistic one. There are girls out there who are much better and smarter, yet none of them makes me feel this way. The picture is so clear and the scene is so real. Her smile, her voice, and her curiosity. I would give up everything just to have her in my life."

"You're only hurting yourself."

"Without the existence of her actually did more hurting to me. She heals me, she is there for anyone."

"Then go ahead and tell her how important she is! It's so simple!"

"No, I won't."

"Now you're really confusing me."

"I like her, I want her in my life, that's why."

"Pardon?"

"She will leave if I told her. She will stop being nice if I told her. I can't lose her."

------------ monologue with the brain