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.