You smile at me with your eyes and compliment my writing. I’m smitten. I want more.
Are you available? I Google your name and find out where you live, work. I cruise your street, show up at your job.
My fantasies are never-ending. In them, we become friends, lovers, traveling companions.
Then you disappear. Your profile is deleted.
I decide to stop visiting online dating sites. Permanently.
It’s true that all good things must come to an end.
Even fantasies. As with taking hostages, they became too risky.
I enjoyed them all until the end.
Are you available? I Google your name and find out where you live, work. I cruise your street, show up at your job.
My fantasies are never-ending. In them, we become friends, lovers, traveling companions.
Then you disappear. Your profile is deleted.
I decide to stop visiting online dating sites. Permanently.
It’s true that all good things must come to an end.
Even fantasies. As with taking hostages, they became too risky.
I enjoyed them all until the end.
