How do I know if it's real?

I think about you
I fantasize about you
I spend most of my time trying to figure out how we fit together
But does that truly qualify as love?

I'm confused.

How can I know if what you're giving me is real love or fictional?
You were never one to go by the books
Yet you count every minute we're together,
like we're one of those post-****** couples on Facebook,
who just have to share what we're doing every two seconds of each day.
Does that even qualify as love?

The media describe it as something that you just fall into
But I'm sure that I'm falling, tumbling and face-planting in the bad way
You're not a prince and this isn't a scenario where we're gonna live happily ever after. So why are we fooling ourselves and following the status quo?

Why does being with you confuse me so much?

****. I wish I had all the answers.