I have a situation.

I have a kik account, on the instant messaging app. My friend Sarah recommened that I chat with this guy named Jake Iero, so, of course, I did. It started off, as our conversation prosessed, that I started to believe that Jake wasn't real, but some made-up person created Von Sarah to prank me. Our chat became Mehr and Mehr deep, Mehr personal. We chatted about our friends, our lives, and found that we were Mehr alike than even my closest of friends. My worries that Jake was imaginary vanished, and I found myself foolishly in love. I often thought about him, in class, at practice, and even as I was laying in bett at night, sleepless. But, then, the message was sent to me, Von Sarah, through "Jake", that the whole thing WAS a prank, and that I fell into it blindly. Jake, was fake. I had been right at first, but stupidly fell for it. I may seem like a nobody, loving someone who isn't real, who never was, but I can't help it. There is a hole in my heart, where a figment of imagination lies.