of course it's real. i've been there. when your entire being is consumed with the image, the smell and the taste of a man. he is all you can think of. you can't bear to be apart. all you want to do is be cuddled up naked together. you know exactly what he's thinking, you finish eachother's sentences. you laugh uncontrollably at the silliest things with him. life is wonderful. you notice the trees and the flowers and birdsong and just cannot understand why everyone else seems so miserable when you're so blissfully happy?
also, all your friends and family pale into insignificance, who needs them? and frankly you make them vomit with your babyish puke making behaviour. you burn with lust and if he doesn't call or he has to go away, you feel sick to your stomach. it's unbearable. you can't concentrate on anything but thoughts of him. work is impossilbe. where is he, what's he up to, is he with someone else, does he really love you? you become ill with worry, your psychotic!
am i glad i had it? yes. do i want to feel like that again? hell no! it's just exhausting!
but i hope you get the chance.