Academic, the ones who rub their eyes as they sit with us in the dark library, with their laptops on cluttered desks, clutching Coke and chocolate of desperation.
Business, the ones who are there for us when it suits them, dressed in fake smiles and choking ties.
Romantic, the ones who shower us with flowers and compliments, for a time, until the petals droop, the feelings fade.
Mine, the one, a man who’s everything, forever. But only in my dreams.