He's her confidante
. Her best friend
. He buys her presents
, takes her places, dances with her. She loves him.
He loves a man named Tyler.
He just got back from the club
, or Tyler's house. They're driving in her dream car
. A pink thing. Convertable
, of course.
"I just had the most wonderful time!"
He'll say. "Tyler's the best boyfriend I ever had! He's so sweet!"
"You're so sweet. I love you." She thinks to herself. Never daring to tread upon
that taboo subject herself. No, she cannot change who he is
. She can just sit,
quietly in her dream house, wishing he would be hers. Forever.