He is not real

I live with this romanticized version of you in my head. He is big and strong. He knows what is right and wrong. 

He is what makes it ok that you don’t talk to me. He is what makes it ok that you left me waiting in Seattle for you. He is what makes me  think you are mean to me for a good reason.

But, He is not real and I do not know you.

I’ve daydreamed about him. I hoped to laugh and have fun together. To hear about his day and feel warm next to him. To be undisguised and honest to one another.

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