I am in love with this image. Consequently, I am in love with this man. What man? No man. This is a man who never really existed. But I don't buy it. This is the man who has touched what's left of my heart and has caressed my soul since 1994. No romantic relationship I've had with a real life man has lasted that long.
Is this what's left for me, then--the remains of images lingering in my mind and tempting me to dream of an exceptional partner for this adventure? It's not such a bad arrangement, really, and it does away with so many awkward situations and inconveniences. At least I have a fertile imagination.

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