The beautiful thing about unreal men is the simple fact that they will never disappoint you. They will always be there in a story or in our heads, never aging or cheating or growing obese. They will always hold our hands while we speak, meet our eyes knowingly, and smirk that enticing smirk that smolders just the right way to turn out insides to lime jell-o. And any time they might do something to elicit the slightest bit of ire, they will always find just the right way to sweep us off our feet and, of course, forget any transgression they may have made as though it were never there.
And these men, fictitious agents of that bitch Mab, win us over every time.
They drink strong coffee, and call us 'sugar', and have irresistible cherubic faces that dimple into the most beautiful smiles....- and they exist all in our dreams. When we fall asleep at night, lying next to whom we may, it is their names we whisper with a smile before sleep.
Tomorrow I will awaken with a new purpose entirely. I could never be yours, even in fantasy, but tonight when I sleep I will be the heroine of your fiction.
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