Verstanden!

You are like a princess in my mind.
You define perfection.
You don't even do the things us - normal people do.
You never say anything wrong.
You never do anything bad.
You never hit on anyone.
You never flirt.
You never have sex.
You're never wrong.
You never make mistakes.
In my head, I have turned you from a person, to a symbol.
The "you" I know, is not real.
I'll never know the real you.
Would I be able to handle it if I would know, though?

Do you see the mask I made?
Why can't I take it off of you.

Knowing this...
What do you think the words "I love you" meant?