I can’t take it anymore. I wish she was real. No…she needs to be real. She has to be. I wouldn’t know what to do anymore if she wasn’t.

Mayano Top Gun has taken over my mindscape entirely. When I close my eyes: Top Gun. When I stare into space: Top Gun. Before I fall asleep: Top Gun. In my dreams? Top Gun. The first thing I think of as I open my eyes? Her, again.

I think about her while eating lunch. In the shower. Doing chores. And all I can think is how much better life would be doing all that with her.

I try to finish a career run, but I can’t. It’s like... I don’t want our time together to end. I loop her voice lines to hear her gentle voice over and over again. When she flashes that faint, knowing smile of hers, I see our future. I can see the wedding, the honeymoon. I can see the little uma kids running about saying how they want to be like their mother as we have picnics on sunny days in the countryside.

Mayano Top Gun is ruining my life, and I don’t mind it. Am I losing my mind? Or is Mayano Top Gun just that attractive?