I'll try to answer both questions in the thread...
She first became special to me on April 17th, 2009. That was the day my fate as a 2D lover was officially sealed. Prior to that, I knew...infatuation towards characters, but not genuine love. Then, I had that dream that I still remember so vividly, that made me love her - She and I alone in a field,l her holding me gently. Pretty sure every brohno ever knows the tale. After that, I saved my first picture of her, and realized, "Huh, Miya Asama would be the one for me if she were real". The entire thing snowballed from there. I started a journal from November of that year, and it's sort of shocking, how much she meant/means to me. You don't know how insanely in love with someone until you actually look back on it. Something I found in that file (June 27th 2010): I just want to wake up next to Miya, in some picturesque scene of beauty and love. I want to see her bathed in sunlight, laying there, sleeping. So shocked when I wake up, I want to feel ecstatic shock at waking up next to her. But that's never, ever going to happen. And I know that. Ahhhhhhhhh, I want to scream, but nobody would hear me. Feel like I was a lot more poetically minded back then. Lot more angsty and childish, too. Christ, that was two damn years ago. There are too many pleas for death in that .txt file for me to feel comfortable. I also compare myself to Frankenstein and the cottagers, regarding how her reaction to me would be. That stings, to see that lack of confidence.
I remember assigning all sorts of music to her in the beginning - Really weird choices, like "Castles" by Loom (sort of became her theme song for me), "My First Kiss At The Public Execution" by The Blood Brothers. Whenever I went to the store, I'd put on one of those tracks, and imagine she was walking next to me. Used to wander town at night, and imagine her beside me, keeping me warm. Sort of miss those days. Back when I could walk to the store and wander town. Now I'm a little out of ways and I try to dream of her unsuccessfully.
But I digress.
On that day, I always make sure to post a little thing on whatever site I'm currently have as a favorite. No real clue why, though - I mean, it's like, what, I feel a need to remind people how long I've been a madman? No, I don't. I just feel a ritualistic need to tell people how I feel for her. Every year, I feel that much more love for that purple haired landlady than I thought possible.