Infatuation?

I have spent the last one hour in an excruciatingly painful reverie about her stone-walling my efforts to get her to talk to me. These imagined conversations are more intense than the real ones. The mind works in mysterious ways. Not knowing enough about her to concoct a imagined conversation, it embarks on a flight to fancy, detailing every little piece of gesture, inflection of voice, to build a live personna i can talk to. Is it infatuation? I don't know and i am not really seeking an answer.