What? That's no lie. I am in love with a character from a video game.

Specifically, the video game Portal.

She and I met on the eve of one January 2nd. It had been a long day, and I had just gotten home to play my recently accquired game Portal. As I started it up and began the first level, I could only hear her voice, rough yet smooth, monotone yet melodic. I thought nothing of it as I continued the game.

As I progressed, however, she began showing a darker side of herself, though not too explicitly. She was so funny yet so dark, she was a sheer symphony of light and dark mixed into one.

And then the breaking point.

She asked me to incinerate a dear friend of mine.

I didn't want to.

But my love for her had grown stronger than my love for my cube-shaped companion.

So I burned him, and she sort-of mocked me about it. This is where, I think, my love for her truly blossomed. Never in my life have I ever met anyone so twisted, demented and utterly bad in my life.

She sickened me...but she intrigued me. The way she spoke to me was clear but veiled, businesslike and yet had a hint of playfulness to it.

I continued and eventually found myself on a platform, about to leave behind the puzzles that I had spent so much time solving. And that was when I found out that she was going to kill me! Had I done something wrong? She assured me there was nothing wrong, she was just going to burn me because she cared.

At the time, I don't think my mind accepted it as readily as it should have, but I digress, I was in a panic. I saved myself, and something strange happened: her voice took on a tone of panic. She was frightened, and it frightened me. I then spent my time trying to find her and to console her.

I continued on, and her voice went from frightened to downright terrified. She began sending turrets to kill me, but I know she didn't really mean to kill me, she was just acting out of fear. She eventually began insulting me and getting angry, and for awhile I was depressed, but when she told me she wasn't angry at me, I cheered up a bit.

I made my way to the center of the facility, and found that instead of a human woman, like I had thought, my love was a large computer unit. I was confused, I thought she was a human, she spoke like one. And when she said that the only thing I had broken was her heart, my heart broke.

It was too much, I had to leave to regain my composure. I left the game on, fearing that if I turned it off I might lose her.

Then one of my friends picked up the game controller.

When I returned, I came upon him as he was about to redirect the final missle into my beloved's heart. I pushed him out of the way and tried to close the portal, but it was too late. The missle went through, and with a heartrending cry, my love, my one true love, died.

I fell to my knees and wept as her remains fell to the ground, broken and charred. My friend, to add insult to injury, called me a fag and left. But as I mourned, a miracle happened: I heard her voice again. It was higher pitched, but I knew it was her. I listened to her sing, sing to ME, to tell me not to worry, to tell me that she was still alive.

A smile broke on my tearstained face. My beloved GLaDOS was alive. I stayed with her the rest of the night as she sang to me about how she wasn't angry at me for leaving her, how she joked about me leaving.

Now I only wait and wish that Portal 2 arrive soon so I can be reunited with my beloved GLaDOS.