He asked me if I liked anyone and I told him no. But in a way that was a lie. What I should have told him was that I've fallen in love with someone.
It's complicated though. You see, he doesn't really exist.
I've fallen in love with a poet; his name is Cyrano- he's tragic and ugly and is great with words. So great that he knows exactly what to tell me to make me believe in him. But I have a hard time believing in him because he's not real. Too bad my pile of rocks is gone.
I've fallen in love with a hero; his name is Clark-he is anything but ordinary. He is strong enough for the both of us and he holds my hand when I need him to. I feel safe in his arms, especially when he reassures me he will never let anything bad happen to me. He has these amazing eyes that I swear he uses to look right through me. I'm his only weakness.
I've fallen in love with a memory; his name is Micheal- he is sweet and handsome and loving. When he kisses me with his eyes, I melt into a puddle on the floor. When he uses his lips to kiss me, I crumble even more. He's the heart-racing, hair-chilling, limbs-weakening, breath-shortening, blood-rushing, butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of love I want to be in. He knows me inside and out.
I've fallen in love with a magician; his name is Roy- he is mysterious and bad-boy and magical. He does things with me that would make the angels cringe. I've wanted to shove him in a closet and screw him more times than I can count. I love feeling his hands under my dress and his teeth scraping against my skin. I have marks on my neck from him.
I've fallen in love with a friend; his name is Vee- he wears a mask, but that doesn't keep me from seeing who he is. He has big dreams of making the world right and somehow he thinks those dreams will involve me. He is a very vivid, vivacious, and vicarious thrill; or at least he would be if I let him.
I've fallen in love with a romantic; his name is Landon- he named a star after me. He holds me tight under the stars on top of a blanket and I accept his gift of the world. He learned to dance just for me. He's my childhood sweetheart. We look into the future and see each other. I show him that making love isn't about talent, it's about passion and he learns quickly. He smells so delicious.
I've fallen in love with a musician; his name is Teddy- he plays the guitar just as good as he plays me. He sits on the bed after we make love and writes me songs that tell me I'm beautiful. He sings while we shower and there's not a note he can't hit. It's nice when he sings inside my mouth.
I've fallen in love with a stranger; I don't know his name- but he knows mine. He whispers it into my ear everynight. He is gentle and playful and everything I have ever needed. He brings me flowers and chocolates and I make his back arch in pleasure. He holds my hand in public because he is not afraid of people knowing we're in love. Oh, how I wish he would tell me his name...
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