I don't have a boyfriend. Ok I do. Don't laugh though. He's
imaginary. Ok So maybe you can't see him. He's really handsome. His
name is Cole, and he's really tall. Not Micheal Jordan tall, but
still whatever (Stick out Tongue) He's really nice too. So what if
he can't give me flowers, and feed me candy. He dreams with me, and
I can hold him there. Cuddling and pigging out together. So what if
he can't hold my hand down the street, he does something even
better (wink) He thinks with me. Helps me explore places I would
never go. Every time I'm afraid, I always feel that little nudge at
the back of my neck. Ok ok I get it. You think I'm weird. So what?
Cole is there for me. He makes me laugh. We have our own inside
jokes, and we throw brain parties. Where you come as yourself, and
where there is only intellectual people. People there to stimulate
your mind. He's my king. Yes I can feel the jealousy in the room.
Don't deny it. That's ok. I know he sounds amazing. He truly is.
You can have your own internal man. Build your own perfect man. One
that sees you in the morning and still likes you. One that smells
your morning breath and still wants to kiss you. He wont cost you
your dignity, and you always win the fights. But you can't take
Cole, he's my special man.
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