He. This lovely, charming, the most perfect guy from your university. Why does the mere thought of him make your heart flutter as if in the death throes? His name is the sweetest poison, melting away the mind which is already all-consumed with images, fantasies, thoughts of him.

It can't go on like this. No, it is torture not to be with him, not to breathe the same air as him. And here he is, your beloved sitting right in front of you. At last, he is yours, all yours, in your room, in your grasp. Ah, how sweet is that lovely face of his under medically induced sedation... A real angel. Your angel.