[ WP ] You are a schizophrenic maddeningly in love with the man/woman of your dreams . But you 're becoming increasingly unsure if she 's real , or just another hallucination .

I sat at the table, bouncing my leg and looking at the clock. I've had to much coffee, and my brain feels like scrambled eggs. Running my fingers through my hair, I check my watch against the time on the clock. She should be here by now. 
 
 The diner was busy. Waitresses were taking orders. One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs. One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs. Everyone stares at me, but all I'm doing is staring at the clock. 
 
 The bell above the door rang, and I looked up. No that is n't her. One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs. I looked down and squashed an ant with my thumb. There were dozens of ants all over the table. It was disgusting. 
 
 I look up, and saw her slide into the booth. My heart relaxed. A waitress appears next to us. 
 
 `` One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs.'' I blurted. They both looked at me, surprised. The waitress laughs. 
 
 `` Well okay then, and for the lady?'' She looked at Joan. Joan grinned, and looked back at her. 
 
 `` Same for me.'' Joan was a class act. 
 
 I swept the table again, the ants were everywhere. 
 
 `` Sorry for the mess Joan,'' I started. One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs. 
 
 `` Stop,'' she said, and placed her hand in mine. The ants disappeared. 
 
 `` Jack, what did you need to tell me?'' She smiled at me. 
 
 I felt nervous. I could n't breathe. I kept hearing people order. One orange juice, two flapjacks, three eggs. 
 
 `` Joanie, listen, I...'' I looked around, afraid she'd leave. 
 
 `` Jack, what is it sweetheart?'' I looked into her eyes. 
 
 `` Joanie, I'm falling in love with you.'' I said it. I see her blinking. One blink, two blinks, three blinks. 
 
 `` Jack, I'm falling in love with you too. I just...'' her voice trailed off. `` I just do n't know if I can trust it.'' 
 
 I looked at her quizzically. The waitress reappeared with our order. Two orange juices, four flapjacks, six eggs. Something was n't right. 
 
 Joanie looked angry. She threw her orange juice on the floor, the glass shattering. 
 
 She put her head down on the table. `` I ca n't trust you,'' she said. She broke my heart. I got up, turned to her one last time. 
 
 `` Joanie,'' I said. She nodded. `` Joanie, I love you.'' I put my hand on the back of her head. I turned, and walked out of the diner. 
 
 *** 
 
 The waitress bent and picked up as much of the glass as she could. Another waitress came with a broom, sweeping glass into a bin. 
 
 The waitresses both walked back into the kitchen. They stood there, shocked. Finally, one of them spoke. 
 
 `` Mary did you see that?'' 
 
 Mary nodded. She put her hand on Val's shoulder. `` Val, listen, that girl is in here every day. She orders the same thing, and just sits and talks to herself.'' 
 
 Val looked at the door worried. `` Should we call someone?'' 
 
 Mary looked back toward the door. The little window in the kitchen door allowed them to look right at the woman. 
 
 The woman sat, smiling, eating, talking to no one.
